A hundred demerits were sufficient to send a man home from the encampment and two hundred at school would dismiss any cadet permanently.
That afternoon there was a partial holiday and the cadets set out to enjoy themselves. It was a mild and warm afternoon, with a fleecy sky overhead, through which the sun peeped at intervals. Don and Jim sat in the tent, trying to decide just what to do.
“What do you say to a hike over the Ridge, a sort of exploring trip?” was Don’s suggestion.
“Sounds good,” approved Jim. “Who can we get to go along with us?”
“We’ll scout around and find out,” announced Don, getting up from his cot.
After looking up their most intimate friends they found that only Terry and Raoul Vench cared to go tramping.
“We’ll be glad to go along,” yawned the redhead. He and Raoul had been idly watching the swimmers when Jim and Don found them. “I’m weary o’ doing nothing!”
“Too lazy to do anything but watch the other fellows swim around and enjoy themselves, is that it?” inquired Jim.
“Yes, but you see, I enjoy it that way,” returned Terry, seriously. “I have a vivid imagination and in time, by concentrating on the swimmers, I too feel the cool of the water and the exhilaration of the exercise. Just requires a little imaginative concentration, Jimmie my friend.”
“You’re a wonderful fellow,” glowed Jim. “Just you imagine me a couple of ice-cream sodas, will you?”