gallop to the end of the course. If any of the stakes were touched it counted against the squad, and other points were won or lost by the speed and accuracy of firing.
In spite of his pain Dick mounted his horse, and was soon ready, with 'Gene Graham, who was to ride the other steed, to start off with the field piece.
A squad from Company B went first. They cleared the stakes nicely, and did good work in wheeling and firing.
"I hope we beat them," murmured Captain Dutton, who was on the gun carriage.
Dick grimly resolved that if he had anything to do with it they would.
Company C's team came next, and did well, but the off horse struck a stake.
"Don't let that happen, Hamilton," cautioned Captain Dutton, as it came their turn.
Dick and Graham urged their animals to a gallop, and with a deep rumble the gun followed after them. On and on they went, toward the narrow lane formed by the upright stakes. Dick's heart was beating hard as he neared them. Would he clear them?
With unerring eye the young millionaire guided his animal, and so did Graham. With folded arms, and almost as stiff as ramrods, the cadets sat on the gun carriage. The leading horses were at the first stakes now, but the real test would come when the wide gun carriage reached them.
