"I was just thinking of a story I heard told years ago," lied
Haynes glibly.
"I don't believe I'd care to hear that story, then," returned
Pierson dryly.
"I'm not going to tell it to you. 'Bye, old man. I'm off for riding drill."
Dick and Greg were in the same squad. Those who were going for drill at this hour fell in at the command, of their squad marcher, and strode away to the riding hall.
Once inside, the cadets disposed of their uniform raincoats. The squad marcher reported to Captain Albutt, who was their instructor for the afternoon.
"To horse!" came the crisp order.
Each cadet stepped to his mount, untying the animal and standing by.
Haynes's heart gave a quick jump when he saw that to Dick's lot had fallen Satan, a fiery black, the worst tempered and most treacherous horse in the lot.
"My chance is coming sooner than I had thought for", quivered the turnback.
Dropping his handkerchief, Haynes bent over and quickly slipped the black pin in at the toe of his right boot.