"Now it's too late," said Rutledge. "You're a fine treasurer, you are."
Amazement and chagrin made Dutton incapable of replying. The cadets looked on sorrowfully, as they saw their society house being destroyed, knowing that it would be no easy matter to get the money for a new one.
Suddenly there was an explosion from within, and a shower of stones from one of the walls flew into the air.
"Look out!" cried Dick.
He and the others leaped back in time, but Toots, who was in the front rank of spectators, having helped to carry out many valued relics, did not seem to hear. A moment later a fragment of stone struck him on the head, and he fell down.
"Toots is hurt!" cried Dick, running up to the odd janitor, whom all the cadets liked because of his pleasant ways.
"Carry him to the hospital, boys," said the major. "I'll have the surgeon attend to him. Maybe he isn't hurt much."
But from the blood on the head of poor Toots, it would seem that the wound was not a small one.
Sorrowfully Dick and his chums carried the unconscious man. There was little use remaining at the fire now, for it was almost out, having consumed everything save the walls.
"He isn't badly hurt," announced the surgeon cheerfully, when he had examined Toots. "Only
