"I hope they have more of these hikes before winter," remarked Paul to Dick.
"'Hike?' is that what you call 'em?"
"That's what the regulars do. It's a good name, I think."
"It sure is. Say, you get a fine view of the lake here."
The boys talked on, for there were no rules against it, and the experience of the march was a new one for many of them, including Dick.
They reached some suitable ground about ten o'clock and on orders from Major Webster the companies were formed into one command, under his direction. Then, an imaginary enemy having been located in a clump of woodland, the cadets were sent forward on the run, in skirmish parties, firing at will, and in volleys.
"Advance, and form trenches!" suddenly ordered the major.
The lads, using their bayonets as spades, and scooping the dirt up with their hands, soon formed shallow ditches, with an embankment of earth in front, and, lying prone behind this, ruthlessly mowed down the ranks of the enemy who still refused to show himself.
The rattle and bang of the rifles, the clouds of smoke, the flashes of fire, mingled with the hoarse commands of the major who was a war veteran; the rushing forward of the cadets, and their activity in digging trenches, made the scene one
