"A special meeting, huh?" spoke up Cadet Don Mercer, one of the representatives from the third class. "Anybody got any idea what Colonel Morell has in mind?"
"I haven't," replied Senior Cadet Captain Bob Hudson. "I guess none of us have. Farley and I got a notice to report to the study room here for a special meeting, and that's all we know."
"Here comes the rest of the party," announced the second class representative, as the two fourth class men hurried up. "Now as soon as the colonel comes we can get down to business."
It was a fall day at the military academy, and Colonel Morrell, the headmaster, had sent word early in the day that he wished to meet the leaders of the various classes briefly after the last lesson period. The boys were waiting now, talking light-heartedly among themselves, for they were all friends of long standing, except for the two men from the fourth class, who were newcomers.
Don Mercer, the cadet who had spoken first, was now entering his second year at Woodcrest Military Institute. With his brother Jim and his friend Terry Mackson he had entered the academy the previous year. Jim, Terry and Don were old friends, and their first real adventures had taken place two summers ago, when they had gone for a summer cruise and had captured some marine bandits, details of which were related in the first volume of this series, _The Mercer Boys' Cruise in the Lassie_. In the second volume, _The Mercer Boys at Woodcrest_, they came to military school and helped to solve the mystery of old Clanhammer Hall and to rescue their beloved headmaster, Colonel Morrell. Then, on the previous summer the three chums had taken a trip to Lower California with a former history teacher, Professor Scott, where, after many thrilling adventures, they had uncovered the buried wreck of a Spanish treasure ship. All of this, told in The _Mercer Boys on a Treasure Hunt_, had contributed to make their lives adventurous and active, and they were now back in school to take up the duties and pleasures of a new fall term.
Don and Jim Mercer were both healthy-looking young boys in their late teens, curly-haired, and well-built. Their friend Terry was tall, bony and red-headed, chiefly noted for a cheerful disposition and a wide grin.