"Did you get wet, mister?" asked Dick.
"Yes, sir."
"Skin wet?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now, that is really too bad, mister," continued Prescott in a tone that hinted at a great deal of sympathy. "You mustn't be permitted to get chilled. Exercise is what you need."
Dick paused.
"Poor, young Mr. Briggs stood mute, blinking back.
"Milesy, may Mr. Briggs have the use of your piece for a few minutes?"
"Why, surely," declared Cadet Furlong in a tone of great cordiality.
"Mr. Briggs, take Mr. Furlong's piece, and go through the silent manual of arms," ordered the president of the yearling class.