"Where are you going ?" "To the shoe shop and the postoffice." The three cadets were soon on the way, Fred Century and Bert Field pelting them with snowballs as they left.

It was cold but clear, and all were in the best of spirits.
"I see they've got a new man of all work around the school," observed Pepper, as the three trudged on.

"I hope Captain Putnam doesn't think of discharging Peleg Snuggers." "That new man is a sly kind of a fellow," came from Andy.

"I was walking through the hallway last evening and he came up behind me as silently as a cat after a mouse." "I've got my own idea about that man of all work," said the young major, with a faint smile.
"What do you mean, Jack ?" "If I tell you, will you keep it to yourself, both of you ?" "Sure!" was the prompt answer.
"Well, I don't think John Smith is a man of all work at all." "He isn't ?" cried Andy.

"Then what is he ?" "I think he is a private detective." "Oh, Jack! can that be possible!" ejaculated Pepper.