"Let's fix up some special snowballs for Ruddy & Company!" he added with a knowing look at his crony.
"All right; but be careful you are not caught," answered Gus Coulter.
Both cadets got down close to the jagged stones and adroitly slipped several of them into the snowballs they were making.
"Wait till we are pretty close," directed Ritter.

"Then let drive for all you are worth." "Who will you aim at ?" "Ruddy and Ditmore." "All right, I'll aim at Snow; and I'll let Ruddy have one, too." Again came a ringing war-cry, and in a moment more the battle was continued.

Back and forth swayed the lines of cadets, first towards one end of the field and then towards the other.

It was plainly to be seen that the commands were about evenly matched.
"How long is this battle to last ?" questioned Joe Nelson.
"Half an hour," answered Fred Century, who was beside him.
"Time is almost up, then," came from Bert Field, who had been fighting so hard he was almost out of breath.
"Five minutes more!" came from the referee.

"Now then, if either side is going to do something, pitch in!" "Forward!" came simultaneously from both captains, and forward plunged Company A and Company B, and the snowballs commenced to fly as thickly as before.