ies that arose as the odor of the chopped-up
onions floated out on the morning air. In the meanwhile Werner and
Glutts stood there in helpless fashion, holding their mess kits at
arm's length. Both were red-eyed, and looked as if they were weeping
copiously.

"Say, if this is a joke, it's a mighty poor one!" stormed the cook,
stepping forward with a big ladle in his hand. "You chase yourselves
and get out of here!" And he flourished the ladle so threateningly at
the pair that Werner and Glutts ran as if for their lives. They did
not look where they were going, and so dashed headlong into Professor
Grawson, who was coming forward to get his own breakfast, for he had
decided to rough it with the students.

"Here, here! What is this?" exclaimed the professor, as some of the
chopped-up onions flew over his clothing. "My, what an awful smell!
What are you young gentlemen eating?"

"We're not eatin' this stuff!" exclaimed Glutts. "Somebody played a
joke on us. They filled our mess kits with onions."

"Ah, I see." Professor Grawson held his nose and stepped back several
feet. "Please do not come any closer. Raw onions are very healthful,
so I understand, but I never cared for them."

"We don't want 'em either. I hate 'em!" roared Werner. "Come on--let's
go over to the water tank and wash up," he added to his crony; and
then rushed away.

By the end of three days the cadets felt quite settled at Camp
Barlight. Everything had been put in the best of order, and drills and
other exercises had been held daily. Captain Dale was teaching the
cadets a new bayonet exercise, and one afternoon he had an officer
come over from Camp Huxwell to show the students some of the fine
points in handling a bayonet. This was decidedly interesting,
especially to Jack, and he did his best to imitate what the regular
military instructor had done.

"No use of talking, when it comes to fighting the Huns our men have
got to be pretty quick," was the young captain's comment.

"I hope we see some of those exercises when we get over to Camp
Huxwell," returned Fred.

During those first days in camp the boys did not forget to write long
letters to the folks at home, and also to the girls at Clearwater
Hall, telling of how they were settled down. They invited the girls to
call at the camp before going home, and a couple of days later came
back word that the girls would do this, paying the visit in a touring
car.

"It will be mighty nice to have a