itted fact that it was
all none of his business.

After a few moments more Haynes went back to his cot, pulled the
sheet and a single blanket up over him, and became quiet.

"It wouldn't do any good to ask Haynesy anything about this,"
decided Pierson. "He won't remember anything about it in the
morning."

So Pierson went to sleep again. When he awoke in the morning he was
more than half inclined to believe that he had dreamed it all.

The general reviews were drawing toward their close. In two studies
Haynes was making a poor showing, though he believed that he would
pass.

Riding drills were being held daily now. Preparations were being
made for the stirring exhibition of cavalry work that was to be
shown before the Board of Visitors.

On the afternoon of the day before the visitors were due, Greg
started up at the call for cavalry drill.

So did Dick.

"Where are you going?" challenged Cadet Holmes.

"To cavalry drill," responded Cadet Prescott.

"Who said you could?"

"The K.C. for one; Captain Albutt for another."

Greg looked, as he felt, aghast at the idea, but he managed to
blurt out:

"What about the rainmakers?"

"Captain Goodwin has examined me again."

"Surely, he doesn't approve of your riding yet, Dick?"

"He didn't say whether he did or not."

"Then-----"

"But he certified that I was fit to ride."

"Dick, you didn't have to do this-----"

"No; but I want to be restored to full duty. Captain Albutt has
informed me that the horse assigned to me will be a dependable,
tractable animal, and I shall be on my guard and use my head."

"I don't like this," muttered Greg, as he fastened on his leggings.

"I didn't suppose you would, so I didn't tell you anything about it."

By the time that the second call sounded both young men were prepared,
and joined the stream of cadets pouring out of barracks.

Other cadets than Greg expressed their astonishment when they saw
Prescott in the detachment.

"Is this wise, old ramrod?" asked Anstey anxiously.

"A soldier shouldn't play baby forever," returned Dick. "And
I have permission, or I wouldn't be here."

"I don't like it," muttered Anstey.

Furlong, Griffin and Dobbs all had something to say.

Haynes didn't let a word escape him, but his eyes lighted with
evil joy.

"Now, I can finish the job, I guess," throbbed the evil one.

The detachment to which Prescott and some of his friends belonged
was formed and marched through