A CONFERENCE OF IMPORTANCE
The cannon was there, true enough, and as they viewed the piece the
cadets present set up a cheer.
“It must have been quite a job to hoist the cannon into the tree,”
observed Pepper, as he gazed at the object, which was suspended fully
fifteen feet over his head.
“Not so difficult as you think, Pep,” answered Andy. “All they had to do
was to throw the ropes over a couple of strong limbs, tie the ends to
the cannon, and hoist away. If they had horses—and I think they had—it
was easy.”
“The question is, How are we to get the cannon down, now we have found
it,” said another cadet.
“Wait till I see if the ropes have been cut short or simply wound around
the tree limbs,” answered Jack. “Somebody give me a boost into the
tree.”
He was soon up in the branches, and then he announced that the ropes
were sufficiently long to lower the cannon to the ground.
“But we’ll have to work with care,” he said. “For if the cannon should
slip somebody may get hurt,—and, besides, the cannon would be damaged by
falling on the rocks.”
Half a dozen cadets climbed up into the big tree. The cannon weighed
seven or eight hundred pounds and was dangling by several feet of the
two ropes. The ropes were slipped into two crotches of the tree and then
wound around a part of the trunk. With care the boys loosened the
fastenings.
“Now let down an inch at a time,” ordered the young cadet. “If you find
the rope slipping catch it in the crotch and wind tight at once. Don’t
take any chances, for Captain Putnam would never forgive you if you
smashed the cannon. It cost a neat penny, I am sure.”
Slowly and cautiously the cadets in the tree, assisted by some who had
hold of the ends of the ropes below, lowered the cannon to the rocky
roadbed. Then all gathered around to inspect the find. It seemed to be
in perfect condition, for which they were thankful.
With all the boys pulling on the rope it was an easy matter to haul the
cannon in the direction of Putnam Hall. As they approached the campus
they set up a loud yell, which speedily brought many cadets and teachers
to the scene.
“Well done!” cried George Strong, as he looked the cannon over. “Captain
Putnam will be delighted to know you have found it.”
“Where is he?” asked Jack.
“Out on a hunt for it.”
“Let’s fire a salute,” suggested Pepper. “That will let everybody know
the cannon is found.”
The teacher was willing, and the piece was quickly cleaned and loaded.
Jack touched it off, and the report echoed far and wide across the lake
and the hills around.
“There, that will tell everybody we’re on deck,” cried Andy, with a
happy laugh.
“I hope they heard it at Pornell Academy,” said Dale.
“They must have—unless they are all deaf,” said Stuffer. “Gosh! say that
work makes a fellow hungry, doesn’t it?” he added, and hurried off to
get a bite to eat.
Captain Putnam came in shortly after the cannon was fired and viewed the
piece with pleasure. He had to smile when he heard how the cannon had
been discovered swung up in the tree.
“Certainly a schoolboy’s prank,” he said. “But not the kind I admire.”
Fred Century and the others on the _Ajax_ did not come in until dark.
They had hunted along the lake shore for several miles, but without
success.
“Maybe they hung the flagpole in a tree, too,” suggested Pepper, with a
grin.
“It is not likely,” answered Bart Conners. “They’d be more apt to weight
it down with stones and sink it.”
“Did you look in the water along shore?” asked Andy.
“We did in some spots, but not in all. We can go out again,” said Fred.
To keep the flag afloat that day Captain Putnam had a rope run from the
school building to a nearby tree. He said he would wait a week and see
if the flagstaff could not be found and then would order a new one.
“And if I can find out who took the old one I’ll make them pay for it,”
he added.
Several days slipped by, and then Staffer came to Jack and Pepper while
the others were in the gymnasium exercising.
“I’ve discovered something,” said Stuffer, and then related how he had
been down to Cedarville on business and had overheard Roy Bock and
several other students talking at the steamboat dock. He had not
overheard all that was said, but had heard enough to make sure that Bock
and about twelve other students from Pornell Academy had come over to
Putnam Hall at midnight and removed the cannon and the flagstaff.
“They think it is a mighty good joke,” said Paul. “I wish we could pay
them back for it.”
“We’ll do it, Stuffer!” cried Pepper. “I was just waiting to make sure
Bock and his gang were guilty.”
“Did you learn anything about the flagstaff?” asked Andy.
“They took it somewhere down to Rock Point and sunk it.”
“In that case, the best thing we can do is to go after it and tow it
back,” said Jack.
They visited the Point the next afternoon and after some trouble located
the flagstaff. It was in several feet of water, and held down by two old
doors loaded with stones. Once the stones were rolled away, doors and
flagstaff came to the surface instantly. Then the big pole was fastened
to the stern of the _Alice_ and towed to the Putnam Hall dock.
“Let’s fire another salute, to celebrate the return of the flagstaff!”
cried Andy, and this, with Captain Putnam’s permission, was done. The
cadets insisted upon planting the flagstaff themselves, just as it had
been before, and the work was accomplished under Captain Putnam’s
personal directions. Around the foot of the pole they dumped some rocks
and poured in a quantity of cement to bind them.
“Now, they’ll never take that pole up again,” said Jack, and they never
did, for the flagstaff stands on the campus of Putnam Hall to this day.
That night a special meeting was called in the dormitory occupied by
Jack, Pepper and others. About a dozen cadets were invited to be
present, including Fred Century, and not a one was absent.
“This meeting is called for the purpose of discussing ways and means of
squaring accounts with the Pornell Academy students,” said Pepper, who
presided. “They had the audacity to come here at midnight and steal our
cannon and our flagstaff. We owe them something. Are we going to pay ’em
back or not?”
“Pay ’em back!” was the cry.
“With interest,” added Andy.
“Compound interest,” said Dale, and this made everybody laugh.
“We have here a fellow cadet who was once a student at Pornell,”
continued Pepper. “He knows the buildings and the grounds thoroughly. He
is willing to tell us all he knows, and will even lead us if we say so.”
“Good for Fred Century,” cried one cadet. “May he live as long as his
name implies!”
“I have been at some pains to question Fred concerning Pornell Academy
and he says they have in the building one room devoted to trophies of
all sorts—flags, banners, silver cups, a statue, and so on, which the
various teams and clubs of the school have won from time to time. It has
been suggested”—here Pepper drew down the corners of his mouth in such a
fashion that everybody knew the suggestion was his own—“It has been
suggested that somebody might go over there some night and——”
“Clean the room out!” cried Andy. “Just the cheese!”
“It’s as good as done,—provided Fred will show us where that room is,”
said Dale.
“With the greatest of pleasure,” was Fred Century’s answer. “It is on
the north side of the building, next to Doctor Pornell’s private
office.”
“Of course we don’t want to hurt any of the things,” said Jack. “We
can’t run off with them as they did with the cannon and the flagstaff.”
“We can take sacks along and some excelsior,” said Pepper. “No, I don’t
go in for breaking or scratching anything myself. And, oh, say!” he
cried suddenly. “I’ve got a dandy hiding place for them!”
“Where?” asked several.
“I’ll tell you that after we have the stuff out of the school. I am sure
you will all agree with me the hiding place will be the best ever.”
“In a tree?” queried Andy.
“Not much! This is something better,” said the Imp.
The matter was talked over for half an hour, and then it was decided
that the raid on the Pornell Academy trophy room should take place the
following night.