of you, proud of—er—and proud of—er—that is—Oh, hang it all! Go on eating. There's lots more when this is gone!" and Dick sat down, amid laughter and applause.
The banquet proceeded amid much merriment. There were songs and college yells, and the musicians hired by Dick added to the din.
"What are you going to do this summer?" asked Paul Drew, who, as first lieutenant, sat at the young captain's right hand.
"Don't know. Haven't exactly made up my mind yet. I want to travel, but I fancy dad has some plans for me. By Jove! that reminds me. I got a letter from him this morning, but I haven't had a chance to read it through and get the hang of it yet, though I've tried half a dozen times. It's something important, but I don't know just •what it is."
"Go ahead and read it now," advised Paul. "The bunch is singing the 'Cannon Song' and they won't notice."
"Guess I will," agreed the young millionaire, and he drew out the letter. It was filled with general news of Hamilton Corners, and Mr. Hamilton expressed the pleasure it would be to see his son again, when school closed. Then followed this:
"Now, Dick, I've got what may prove quite a task for you this summer. I don't know what
