crawled out of bed the next morning. "Not so many lessons to-day, and lots of fun for you, I suppose on the horses. It's rough-riding to-day."
"So it is," agreed Dick. "I like that best of all, except, maybe, hiking on a practice march, and firing from the trenches. I hope I get the horse I had last time."
"To-day's the last of the tests," went on Paul, as he slippen into his uniform.
"How do you mean?"
"I mean the officers are going to choose from those who ride to-day, the cadets who can take part in the tests for joining the prize troop."
"Right you are. Say, I'm going to make that troop or bust a leg."
"Well, I hope you don't break any bones. But I guess there's no danger. You seem right at home on a horse."
"I ought to. I've been riding ever since I was a kid. I'm going to do my best to-day."
As Paul had said, this was the final weeding out of candidates among the cadets, who had no chance in the tests that would be held later, to determine who should be members of the prize troop. This troop consisted of the best riders at the academy, and took part in several state evolutions and parades, having won a number of trophies.
Scores of cadets, in their service uniforms, reported on the cavalry plain for practice. They were required to vault into the saddle while their
