e sport in the wind."

Frank smiled.

"I never have been," he admitted. "I have taken altogether too many
risks in the past. A fellow has to sober down and straighten up if he
means to do anything or be anything."

Bart made an impatient gesture.

"Any one would think you were a reformed toper, to hear you talk," he
said, with a trace of a sneer.

"Not if they knew me," said Frank, quietly. "Whatever my faults may
be, I never had any inclination to drink. I have had fellows tell me
they did so for fun, but I have never been able to see the fun in it,
and it surely is injurious and dangerous. I don't believe many young
fellows like the taste of liquor. I don't. They drink it 'for fun,'
and they keep on drinking it 'for fun' till a habit is formed, and they
become drunkards. Now, I can find plenty of fun of a sort that will
not harm me, or bring----"

"I thought you weren't going to preach," interrupted the dark-haired
boy, impatiently. "Let me give you a text: 'Thou shalt not put an
enemy into thy mouth to steal away thy brain,' or something of the
sort. Now, go ahead and spout, old man."

Frank's face grew red, and he bit his lip. He saw that Hodge was in a
most unpleasant humor, and so he forced a laugh.

"What's the matter with you to-day, Bart?" he asked. "I haven't seen
you this way for a long time."

"Oh, there's nothing the matter."

"It must be staying up nights. Where do you go?"

"If you want to come along, and have some fun, I will show you
to-night."

Frank hesitated. It was a great temptation, and he felt a longing to
go.

"Well," he said, finally, "I have not broken any in quite a while, and
I believe I'll take a whirl with you to-night."

"All right," nodded Bart. "I'll show you some fellows with sporting
blood in their veins."

"But I want you to understand I do not propose to follow it up night
after night," Frank hastened to say. "A fellow can't do it and stand
the work that's cut out for him here."

"Bother the work!"

"I'll have to work to keep up with the procession. If you can get
along without work, you are dead lucky."

"Oh, I'll scrub along some way, don't you worry; and I will come out as
well as you do in the end."

That night, some time after taps, two boys arose and proceeded to
carefully prepare dummies in their beds, arranging the figures so they
looked very much like sleeping cadets, if they were not examined too
closely. Bart was rather skillfu