"Any other questions, Mr. Prescott?"

"No, sir."

Dick saluted carefully. Captain Bates returned the salute, and
turned to go.

Cadet Holmes, waiting until he found himself once more in range
of the tactical officer's vision, raised his hand to his cap in
very correct salute. This salute, also, Captain Bates returned,
and then strode on toward camp.

"You came near missing me, Holmesy," Dick remarked carelessly
and in a low voice, though he felt very certain that his tone
overtook the departing tac.

In silence, at first, Greg and Dick turned and walked in the opposite
direction together.

"Going to load the signal gun, eh, Greg!" chaffed Prescott.

"Yes," confessed white-faced Holmes, a quiver in his voice.

"It's a childish sport, and a dangerous one. Better leave it
to the fellows who are tired of being at West Point," advised
Dick quietly.

"Oh, what a debt I owe you, old ramrod!" cried Greg fervently.