heard the row, and there'd been the mischief to pay."
The march was resumed after dinner and academy was reached in time for supper. The cadets were much pleased with their practice "hike," while the officers were complimented on the order they had maintained.
"I guess the colonel would preach a different sort of a sermon if he knew about the corn," remarked Paul, as he and Dick started for their quarters.
"Well, as long as he doesn't know, there's no harm done."
"My, but I'm tired," announced Paul, as he undressed. "I'm glad we don't have any lessons to-morrow."
"What do we have?"
"Artillery drill. Have you forgotten?"
"That's so. I had. I've got to ride one of the leading horses too. Guess there'll be plenty of excitement."
"Shouldn't wonder. I'm on the gun-carriage, where I reckon I'll be shaken so my liver pin will fall out."
"I'll try not to let it. There go taps. Douse the glim."
The two cadets crawled into bed and were soon asleep.
Artillery drill at the Kentfield academy was as near like the real article as possible. The guns were four-inch field pieces, each drawn by six
