"You are suspicious of Mr. Prescott?"

"Why, I like the young man thoroughly, sir; but I believe that,
if we do not find a means of curbing him, this summer's encampment
will be a season of unusual mischief and sly insubordination."

Perhaps there was something of a twinkle in Colonel Strong's eye
as he rose to leave the tent.

"If you do catch Mr. Prescott, Bates, I shall be interested in
knowing the particulars promptly."

Dick returned to his tent to find his bunkies gone to drills.
The summons before the O.C. had relieved Prescott from the first
period of drill.

On Dick's wardrobe box lay two letters that the mail orderly had
left for him.

Both bore the Gridley postmark. The home-hungry cadet pounced
upon both of them, seating himself and examining the handwriting
of the addresses.

One letter was from his mother. Cadet Prescott opened that first.
It was a lengthy letter. The young man ran through the pages
hurriedly, to make sure that all was well with his parents.

Now Dick held up the other letter. This also was addressed in
a feminine hand---as most of a cadet's mail is. It was a small,