At that moment Major Webster, who had been drilling some of the older cadets, in advanced tactics on a distant part of the field, came galloping up.
"What has happened?" he asked. "Ah, Hamilton, eh? Are you hurt?"
"I fell off my horse. He bolted with me," replied Dick."
"Are you sure you're not hurt?"
"Yes; only a trifle dizzy."
"I'm sending him back to the hospital," annouced Dutton.
"That's proper. Are you sure you'll be all right, Hamilton?" asked the major kindly.
"Oh, yes. I believe I can ride now."
"No, I can't allow it. You must take a rest."
On the way back with the cadets, Dick insisted that he could go alone, and did not need help.
"Orders are orders," replied Graham with a smile. "Dutton might make a fuss if we didn't do as he said."
"It was all his fault," added Paul Drew. "He deliberately collided with you, Dick."
"Oh, no; I hardly think he would do that!"
"But he did," insisted Butler. "He didn't need to gallop in front of you that way. I looked just as if he wanted to unseat you, didn't it, fellows?"
"That's right," added Paul. "I'd report him if I were you."
"Oh, no," answered Dick quickly. "There's
