In the midst of the darkness, for there was no moon, Hans found himself suddenly aroused from his slumbers by being dragged out of his cot by the feet.
"Shtop!" he began, when a hand was thrust over his mouth.

Then he was raised up by six cadets, shoved out of the back of the tent and carried away to the grove in the rear of the camp.

The party had to pass two sentries, but the sentries were evidently posted, for they appeared to see nothing wrong.
Hans was not allowed to speak until he was out of hearing distance of the camp.

Then he was dumped on the ground with a dull thud.
"Mine cracious! vot does dis mean annahow"?
he demanded, as he struggled to his feet.

"Does you vants to kill me alretty, drowing me aroundt like a log of vood, hey"?
There was no answer, and now he looked at the cadets, to discover that each wore a black mask, with a hood from which two black horns protruded.
"Who you vos alretty"?
he spluttered, staring in open-mouthed amazement at the party.