themselves almost as well as did the senior students.
"Ah, that'll be some fun," remarked Paul, as they were leaving the mess-hall after the meal.
"What?" asked Dick.
"Target practice. There's a notice on the bulletin board that we're to have it right after the first study period. Are you a good shot?"
"I used to be, but the guns here are heavier than I'm accustomed to. I don't believe I can do as well."
"Oh, I guess you can. I hear that some of the third year lads can't do very extra."
There were two target ranges at Kentfield, one for long distance shooting, in the open, and the other in a rifle pit, indoors. It was there that a number of the cadets and their officers assembled a little later. Toots, who was a sort of janitor about the pits, was on hand.
"Ah, Toots, going to show us how to shoot today?" asked a student.
"Sure," replied Sam. "I'll give you a few lessons. Lend me your gun."
"Here you go, Tootsy old chap," added another cadet, passing over his rifle.
As all the cadets had not yet arrived discipline was rather lax, and the officers made no objection.
"Here's where I crack the bulls-eye first shot!" exclaimed Toots. He handled the gun as though he had long been used to it, and took quick aim. A sharp report followed, but there was no cor-
