sionally to get points on what to do and how to do it.
They were interrupted by a knock on Dick's door, and for a moment the buzz of voices ceased, as if the owners had been caught in some breach of the rules. Then, as the whistled strains of "In the Prison Cell I Sit," came to them, Dick exclaimed:
"It's Toots. Come on in, you old Horse Marine."
Toots entered, whistling a reveille with great precision.
"Major Webster wants to see you, Mr. Hamilton," he said, saluting.
"Me?" repeated Dick.
"Yes. In his office."
"You're in for a wigging," consoled Paul.
"Court martial for yours," added 'Gene Graham.
"No, I'm going to be promoted to take entire command of the camp," said Dick with a laugh as he went out. He had come nearer the truth than he thought in his jesting words. He saluted the major, who returned it, and bade him be seated.
"Ah, Hamilton, by the way, before I forget it, let me say that I haven't heard anything about that marksman's medal yet," said Major Webster, referring to the one that had fallen from the pocket of Toots. "When I hear anything I'll let you know. But that wasn't why I sent for you."
Dick thought it couldn't be anything serious, or
