"And you don't bear me any grudge?" asked Dutton, after a pause.
"Not a bit. But you'd better get back to the hospital and have your ankle looked after," for Dutton was limping.
"Oh, that isn't anything. It might just as well have been my head. But, say, you got a nasty dig."
"Only a scratch." replied Dick with a happy laugh. He would have welcomed another one if it could have insured him such an outcome as had followed this.
"I guess we'd better take you both to the hospital," said Butler, who had ridden up, fearful lest he had seriously injured Dick.
And thither the two wounded cadets were taken, though their stay there was brief.
It was a week after the sensational rescue of Dutton that a meeting of the exclusive society of the Sacred Pig was held in the cosy little clubhouse which had been built by contributions and donations of the cadets themselves or their fathers. Dutton arose and proposed Dick for membership, the election being unanimous.
The next day being Saturday, was an occasion for the cadets enjoying considerable freedom. It was after the evening parade, when Dick and some of his new chums had received permission to go to town to a theatrical performance, that Major Webster sent for our hero.
"I'll not keep you a moment, Hamilton," he
