Which the young millionaire proceeded to do.
Never was there such excitement in Kentfield academy as when it became known that, in addition to the camp there was to be a sham battle. On every side was heard talk of ambuscades, skirmishing parties, rear attacks, retrograde movements, waiting for reinforcements, deploys and bases of supplies.
Dutton sneered openly when he heard of Dick's promotion.
"I suppose he thinks he'll do wonders with those freshies," he said. "Maybe he hopes he'll win the battle by coming up with them as reinforcements."
"Well a small force has turned the tide more than once, Dutton," Allen Rutledge reminded him.
"I don't think Hamilton can do it, though," was the reply of the bully.
The start for camp was made on a bright, sunny morning, and the line of cadets, in field uniforms, with their guns over their shoulders, the sun glinting from the polished barrels, made an inspiring picture.
"Isn't this glorious?" said Dick to Paul, near whom he was marching.
"Silence in the ranks!" snapped Major Dutton, though there was no need for the command.