"Not a shadow of a debt, Greg. You'd have done just the same
thing for me."

"Yes, if I could have been quick enough to think of it. But I
probably wouldn't have figured it out as swiftly as you did."

"Yes, you would," Dick retorted grimly, "for it was the only way.
What's that bulging out the front of your coat, Greg?"

"The cord," Greg confessed, with a sheepish grin.

"Better get rid of it right where you are. Even a fishline is
rope enough to hang a cadet when he gets into trouble too close
to the reveille gun."

Greg had barely tossed away the coil of cord when-----

Bang! bang! bang!

Bang! bang! BANG!

The fusillade ripped out within a hundred yards of where they
now stood.

Dick and Greg halted in amazement. They did not start, or jump,
for the soldier habit was too firmly fixed with them. But they
were astounded.

As they stood there, staring, more explosions ripped out on the
night air, over by Battle Monument.