Boom Z-z-z-ah!
Rockledge! Rockledge!
Sword and Star!
Who’s on top?
We sure are—
Rock-ledge!”
The hearty shout brought a flush of pleasure into the doctor’s cheeks and he looked around upon his charges with a face beaming with pride. He concluded his talk with an urgent invitation to each of the boys to strive for the Medal of Honor, the highest prize within the gift of the school, and then dismissed them to their respective classes.
Here the proceedings were brief. The tasks for the following day were assigned and then the boys were left to their own devices until the hours set aside that afternoon and evening for preparing their lessons.
“Our soft snap is nearly over,” mourned Fred. “From now on it will be steady work until the end of the term.”
“But think how much fun we’ll have in between,” comforted Bobby. “I’ve got a hunch that we’re going to have the bulliest time at Rockledge that we’ve ever had yet.”