"And George Granbury is going up to the Thousand Islands with his
folks," put in Tom.

"We might ask Songbird Powell," came from Dick. "I don't believe he is
going anywhere in particular."

"Yes, we ought to have him by all means, and Hans Mueller, too. They
would be the life of the party."

"I should like to have Fred Garrison along," said Sam. "He is always
good company. We can--"

Sam broke off short as the roll of a drum was heard on the parade
ground outside the tent.

"Dress parade, for the last time!" cried Dick Rover. "Come, get out and
be quick about it!" And as captain of Company A he caught up his sword
and buckled it on in a hurry, while Tom, as a lieutenant of the same
command, did likewise.

When they came out on the parade ground of the encampment they found
the cadets of Putnam Hall hurrying to the spot from all directions. It
was a perfect day, this fifth of July, with the sun shining brightly
and a gentle breeze blowing. The camp was as clean as a whistle, and
from the tall flagstaff in front of the grounds Old Glory flapped
bravely out on the air.

To those who have read "The Rover Boys at School," and other volumes in
this series, Dick, Tom, and Sam need no special introduction. When at
home they lived with their father and their aunt and uncle at Valley