“If you stay here, Phil, I know what I’d like you to do!” cried Randy.
“What is that?”
“I’d like you to hire Barry to go on a hunt for that silver trophy. He might get some kind of a trawl and bring the vase up.”
“That’s the talk! If I stay here I certainly will go on a hunt for that trophy!” exclaimed Phil. “It will help fill in the time.”
On the following Friday afternoon there was a special session of the school, and the cadets were acquainted with the results of the examinations. It was found that Fred had received 96 per cent., Jack 94 per cent., Andy and Randy 89 and 88 per cent., respectively. Gif had 92 per cent. to his credit, Phil 91 per cent., while Spouter was overjoyed to learn that he had reached 98 per cent., the highest record made that year.
“Hurrah, Spouter! You’re sure the king pin when it comes to studying!” cried Jack, and shook hands warmly.
“Well, you and Fred did pretty well,” answered Spouter modestly.
“Gee, but I’m glad I passed!” murmured Randy. “I got about ten more points than I thought I’d have.”
All of the cadets who were to graduate that year had passed, and they were, of course, correspondingly elated.
“We’ll have to celebrate,” said Gif.