"Hurrah for Hamilton!" cried several cadets, who realized what Dick's action meant for them. "He's all right."
"He got us out of bad scrape," observed Lieutenant Stiver. "My record won't stand many more demerits."
But instead of thanking Dick, Dutton turned aside. He acted as if he disliked to be under any obligations to the cadet who he so unreasonably hated.
"Hamilton wanted to show off, and let us see that he had money," said the captain, contemptuously. "I suppose we ought to vote him a medal—a gold one, studded with diamonds, seeing that he's a millionaire."
"That's not right, Ray," murmured Stiver in a low tone. "He's got us out of a hole."
"I don't care! I wish he'd take himself out of this academy. We don't want millionaires here."
Probably most of Dutton's feeling toward Dick, was due to jealousy, for Ray's father, though wealthy, was far from being as rich as Mr. Hamilton.
Dick bit his lip, to keep back a sharp reply at the unjust construction put upon his act.
"I shouldn't do anything for him again," whispered Paul.
"Well, I did it for the whole company, as much as for him," replied the young millionaire. "In another minute Colonel Masterly would have
