e round Dick found
his opportunity, and took it. His right smashed in fearfully
on the end of the big fellow's jaw bone, just under the ear.

Bump! Dennison's big, muscular body hit the floor like the falling
of a tree. Maitland counted, for he knew the big fellow couldn't
rise in ten seconds after a blow like that.

"Nine, ten," finished the time-keeper, and dropped his watch into
his pocket.

"I award the fight to Mr. Prescott," announced Packard. "Now,
what are we going to do with this big hulk?"

That was a problem. It would hardly do to take another cadet
to hospital that night. Anyway Dennison would need a stretcher,
and four cadets to carry him, for he still lay on the floor in
a stupor, from which the usual methods of reviving a man after
a knockout failed to bring him.

It was just ten minutes before taps when Dennison was finally
brought around and helped to his feet.

"Where's Prescott?" asked Dennison, after he had gulped down a
glass of water.

"Here," answered Dick, stepping forward.

"Prescott, I don't suppose I'm very clear headed yet," rambled
on Dennison. "But I want to apologize for my words this afternoon.
And---I'm glad you whacked me right tonight. Perhaps I'll really
learn something from it. But my apologies, anyway."

"Say no more," begged Dick, tendering his hand. "It is all forgotten."

Dick received hasty congratulations from the late officials of
the fights. Then they, and Prescott and his friends, disappeared
quickly to quarters. Dennison was helped to his room. When the
subdivision inspectors went through with their bulls-eye lanterns
immediately after taps, they found all present save Cadet Albert
Dodge.

Dodge passed a painful couple of hours until opiates won out and
he passed into drugged sleep.

In one respect Dodge got far less out of the fight than had Dennison.
Bert had not even learned, convincingly, that Prescott was a man to
let alone.

CHAPTER XX

A DISCOVERY AT THE RIDING DRILL

Having once got a hard gait in mathematics, Dick went steadily
on and up until he reached one of the middle sections. There
he stopped. It was as high as he could go, with all this competition
from the brightest young men in the country.

Greg, too, managed to get well away from the goats, and so was
happy.

Through the winter the yearlings, in detachments, had attended
the riding hall regularly during the afternoons.

Most of the men, as spring came alon