Dick found a crowd of his chums awaiting for him at the railroad station.
"Here he comes!" cried Frank Bender, as he caught sight of Dick.
"Aren't you going to take your rifle with you?" asked Fred Murdock.
"I guess they'll provide me with a gun at Kentfield," answered Dick.
"But they won't give you such grub as we had at camp," remarked Bricktop.
"Oh, I guess they will, but maybe it won't taste so good," replied the young millionaire. "Well, boys, I guess this is my train."
All his chums tried to shake hands with Dick at once as the locomotive pulled into the station.
"Don't forget to send me a souvenier postal," called Bill Johnson.
"Tell us how you like it," chimed in Walter.
"Maybe my dad will send me," added Bricktop.
"Tell us if you meet any girls as pretty as those here," was Fred's contribution.
"Get on the football team," advised Frank.
"And the baseball nine," chimed in Bricktop.
By this time a number of passengers had their heads out of the windows, to see who was getting such a send-off. Dick's chums shook him by the hand, clapped him on the back, and fairly carried him up the steps of the coach.
Then, amid a chorus of good-byes, the train pulled out, and Dick was started on his way to become a cadet.
