With the approach of spring the baseball fever began to stir in the veins of the cadets, and several nines were formed. Dick managed to get on a freshman team, much to his delight, for he was an excellent pitcher. Nor did the members of the nine regret their choice, for Dick pulled them out of several close games by his excellent twirling, which offset the errors made by his companions.
CHAPTER XXV
OFF TO CAMP
"Hurray!" yelled Paul Drew one afternoon, as he fairly jumped into the room which he and Dick shared.
"What's the matter?" asked his chum.
"Matter? Why, lots. You've passed, and so have I. We're going to be corporals from now on. That's for making good records in the spring examinations. Dutton and Hale are to be majors, I heard. I'm glad for Hale's sake, but it's going to be bad for us to have Dutton given so much authority."
"Why?"
"Because he'll lord it over us worse than ever. Well, it can't be helped. And there's more good news. Get up and have a war dance, you old buzzard!"
"Hold on!" cried Dick protestingly, as Paul yanked him from the easy chair. "What's up?"
"Lots. We're going to camp!"