Dick bit his lip, to keep back a sharp reply at the unjust construction put upon his act.
"I shouldn't do anything for him again," whispered Paul.
"Well, I did it for the whole company, as much as for him," replied the young millionaire. "In another minute Colonel Masterly would have heard the row, and there'd been the mischief to pay."
The march was resumed after dinner and academy was reached in time for supper. The cadets were much pleased with their practice "hike," while the officers were complimented on the order they had maintained.
"I guess the colonel would preach a different sort of a sermon if he knew about the corn," remarked Paul, as he and Dick started for their quarters.
"Well, as long as he doesn't know, there's no harm done."
"My, but I'm tired," announced Paul, as he undressed. "I'm glad we don't have any lessons to-morrow."
"What do we have?"
"Artillery drill. Have you forgotten?"
"That's so. I had. I've got to ride one of the leading horses too. Guess there'll be plenty of excitement."