responding "ping" of the target to indicate a shot.
"Ha! Ha! Toots, you missed it altogether," cried Russell Glen, a first-year and somewhat sporty student in Dick's class.
"No, I didn't neither!" objected Sam. 'It went clean through the target, that's why you didn't hear it. I'm a crack shot I am."
He really appeared to believe it, and was much disappointed when the marker called back that the bullet had gone about a foot over the target.
"Try again. Toots," said Glen.
"I will. This time I'll go right in the center."
Once more he fired, and the resulting laugh told that he had again missed.
"I guess this is your off day," observed Captain Dutton.
"Looks like it," remarked Toots ruefully, as he walked off, whistling "In a Prison Cell I Sit," and ending with the bugle call to charge.
The target practice soon began, and Dick, to his own surprise, made a good score, getting forty-nine out of a possible fifty.
"We have decided to have a practice march, around the lake, to-morrow," Major Webster announced to the cadets after target practice was over. "Fatigue uniforms of khaki be worn, and the affair will last all day. Lunch will be taken in the field. You know the regulations, Captain Dutton, so inform your command of them, and be ready after reveille to-morrow."
