and spend one week under canvas; with no lessons to worry about, and lots of chance to skylark and have fun."
"I guess there'll be instructions in tactics, and recitations, won't there?" asked Dick. "It won't be all pie."
"Oh, of course we'll have to do some studying, I think."
"Of course. We'll have to tell what we'd do if, leading a small force of men, we happened to meet with an overwhelming army in a mountain pass, hemmed in on every side."
"I'd surrender," said Paul, with a laugh.
"I wouldn't; I'd fight." said Dick grimly, and he squared his jaw after the manner of Grit, his bulldog.
"Oh, well, we'll have lots of sport," went on Paul. "Of course it's for military instruction we're going, but I think we can manage to slip in a good time now and again."
"Sure," replied Dick, his eyes brightening. "When do we go?"
"Day after to-morrow. Orders are to get our kits in shape. We're to go in light marching order. The tents and grub will be carried in a wagon."
"That's good. I hate to pack my house, and all I want to eat, on my back."
The two chums fell to discussing the pleasant prospects ahead of them, some of the freshman cadets in neighboring rooms dropping in occa-
