"Now, I guess everything is ready," said Dick; late Saturday evening.
Sunday was a day of rest for the most part. In the morning the majority of the students marched to church under the directions of the captain and Mr. Strong, and part of the afternoon was spent in writing letters to the folks at home. "Lights out," sounded half an hour earlier than usual, so that the cadets might get a good sleep before starting out on the two days' march.
CHAPTER XV
ON THE MARCH TO CAMP
Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat! Rat-tat-tat!
The cadets got their first taste of the annual encampment early in the morning, when, instead of hearing the familiar bell, they were awakened by the rolling of the drum.
"Time to get up, everybody!" cried Sam, flinging the covers from him.
"It won't do to be late this morning."
"That is true, Private Rover," came solemnly from Dick. "I will fine any soldier of my command who is behind time."
"Thank you, Captain Rover, I'll remember that," came from one of the other cadets. "And how is Lieutenant Rover this morning"?
"Fine as silk," came from Tom, who was already splashing in the cold water of his washbowl. "I'll bet a big red apple against a turnip that I'm down first," and he began to don his uniform with remarkable rapidity.