"To rebuild the society house of the Sacred Pig," said our hero simply.
"But I—I thought you lost all your money, Hamilton," said Dutton.
"I thought so, too," replied Dick. "So did Uncle Ezra, but I cabled to dad, and it's all a mistake. He took all our funds from the bank that failed before he went abroad. We didn't lose a cent."
"Then you're a millionaire yet, aren't you?" asked Dutton.
"I'm—I'm afraid so," answered Dick.
There was silence for a moment, and then the cadets seemed to understand what Dick had done. They looked at the piece of paper fluttering in Dutton's hand. It meant that they could have a new and better headquarters for their society.
"Three cheers for Dick Hamilton!" called several, and Dick's ears rang to the sweetest music he had ever heard.
They all wanted to shake hands with him at once, and they made so much noise that Colonel Masterly sent one of the teachers out to see if the fire had started afresh.
"It's only the cadets cheering Mr. Hamilton, sir," replied the instructor, when he returned.
"Hum! He's getting to be quite popular," said the colonel, with a smile, for he understood about Dick's handicap.
And there was abundant evidence of his popularity a little later on, for they insisted on carry-
