t of the snowballs raised to the platform of the fire-escape.
"How about it? Everything clear?" questioned Randy, as he came into the corridor where Spouter was on guard.
"All clear so far," was the reply. "A few of the fellows are in their rooms, but no one that we are going to bother."
"Then let's get those snowballs inside and distribute 'em."
In a few minutes the snowballs were gotten inside the building, and then two were rolled and pushed over to the room occupied by Henry Stowell, a cadet commonly called Codfish on account of the broadness of his mouth. Luck was with them, for the door was unlocked, so that they had little trouble in rolling the snowballs inside, where they were placed one on either side of the single bed the cadet occupied.
After this the cadets rolled several of the balls to various other rooms, one being placed in the tub of a bathroom.
"I've saved the biggest of the snowballs," whispered Randy. "That's the one we must place in Professor Duk