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AN ANGRY FARMER
"Say, Dick," remarked Paul, the next morning, as they leaped out
of bed at the sound of the bugle giving the first call, "that spread
must have cost you a pretty penny."
"I don't mind that a bit," replied the young millionaire, as he
struggled into his uniform. "I'd be willing to spend a lot more if only
the fellows would have come. But there's no use crying over spilled
milk, as my dad says. Hurry up, Paul. Get this room in shape, or we'll
be in for some bad marks at inspection."
The cadets quickly had their apartment in good order, and then
got ready for breakfast.
They were a fine lot of cadets who filed into the mess hall a little
later, well set-up young fellows, each with his uniform spick and
span, marching with regular step that nearly approached the
perfection of the trained soldier. For, such was the discipline at
Kentfield, that even green lads quickly fell into the routine, and by
this time Dick and the other freshmen carried themselves almost as
well as did the senior students.
"Ah, that'll be some fun," remarked Paul, as they were leaving the
mess-hall after the meal.
"What?" asked Dick.
"Target practice. There's a notice on the bulletin board that we're
to have it right after the first study period. Are you a good shot?"
"I used to be, but the guns here are heavier than I'm accustomed
to. I don't believe I can do as well."
"Oh, I guess you can. I hear that some of the third year lads can't
do very extra."
There were two target ranges at Kentfield, one for long distance
shooting, in the open, and the other in a rifle pit, indoors. It was
there that a number of the cadets and their officers assembled a
little later. Toots, who was a sort of janitor about the pits, was on
hand.
"Ah, Toots, going to show us how to shoot to-day?" asked a
student.
"Sure," replied Sam. "I'll give you a few lessons. Lend me your
gun."
"Here you go, Tootsy old chap," added another cadet, passing
over his rifle.
As all the cadets had not yet arrived discipline was rather lax, and
the officers made no objection.
"Here's where I crack the bullseye first shot!" exclaimed Toots. He
handled the gun as though he had long been used to it, and took
quick aim. A sharp report followed, but there was no corresponding
"ping" of the target to indicate a shot.
"Ha! Ha! Toots, you missed it altogether," cried Russell Glen, a
first-year and somewhat sporty student in Dick's class.
"No, I didn't neither!" objected Sam. "It went clean through the
target, that's why you didn't hear it. I'm a crack shot I am."
He really appeared to believe it, and was much disappointed when
the marker called back that the bullet had gone about a foot over
the target.
"Try again, Toots," said Glen.
"I will. This time I'll go right in the center."
Once more he fired, and the resulting laugh told that he had again
missed.
"I guess this is your off day," observed Captain Dutton.
"Looks like it," remarked Toots ruefully, as he walked off, whistling
"In a Prison Cell I Sit," and ending with the bugle call to charge.
The target practice soon began, and Dick, to his own surprise,
made a good score, getting forty-nine out of a possible fifty.
"We have decided to have a practice march, around the lake, to-
morrow," Major Webster announced to the cadets after target
practice was over. "Fatigue uniforms of khaki will be worn, and the
affair will last all day. Lunch will be taken in the field. You know the
regulations, Captain Dutton, so inform your command of them, and
be ready after reveille to-morrow."
The major paused, Captain Dutton saluted, and his superior officer
turned away, his sword clanking at his heels.
"A practice march!" exclaimed Paul to Dick. "That will be sport."
"It sure will," added Dick.
"Silence in the ranks;" cried Dutton, in a dictatorial manner.
"Lieutenant Stiver, watch Hamilton, I think he talks altogether too
much."
It was an unjust accusation, but Dick knew better than to answer
back.
That afternoon further instructions were issued regarding the
practice march. The cadets would take one ration with them, and a
wagon containing utensils for making coffee, etc., would accompany
the amateur soldiers. They would have their rifles with them, and,
during the day would have practice in skirmish firing, in throwing up
trenches, and advancing on an imaginary enemy.
They started off soon after breakfast, led by Colonel Masterly,
Major Rockford and Major Webster, while the cadet officers were in
charge of the four companies, A, B, C and D.
It was a fine day in October, just right for a march, and the cadets
presented a neat appearance, as, headed by the superior officers on
horseback, they marched along the shores of the lake, off towards a
wooded plain. The boys were attired in blue flannel shirts, khaki
trousers and leggings.
"I hope they have more of these hikes before winter," remarked
Paul to Dick.
"'Hike?' is that what you call 'em?"
"That's what the regulars do. It's a good name, I think."
"It sure is. Say, you get a fine view of the lake here."
The boys talked on, for there were no rules against it, and the
experience of the march was a new one for many of them, including
Dick.
They reached some suitable ground about ten o'clock and on
orders from Major Webster the companies were formed into one
command, under his direction. Then, an imaginary enemy having
been located in a clump of woodland, the cadets were sent forward
on the run, in skirmish parties, firing at will, and in volleys.
"Advance, and form trenches!" suddenly ordered the major.
The lads, using their bayonets as spades, and scooping the dirt up
with their hands, soon formed shallow ditches, with an embankment
of earth in front, and, lying prone behind this, ruthlessly mowed
down the ranks of the enemy who still refused to show himself.
The rattle and bang of the rifles, the clouds of smoke, the flashes
of fire, mingled with the hoarse commands of the major who was a
war veteran; the rushing forward of the cadets, and their activity in