"Not in the least, dad. We were having lots of fun at camp, but I'll have more fun at Kentfield. Shoulder arms! present arms! Halt! parade rest! Wow! Say, dad, this is the best yet!"
"Wait until you've spent a term there," advised his father.
"If I don't have to start until the end of the week, I might as well go back to camp," said Dick, when he had calmed down a bit.
"Just as you like. From now on I shall be too busy to see much of you, but I will make all arrangements."
"All right, dad. I'll go back to camp then. I can get a late train," and Dick went to see what time it left, meanwhile whistling a succession of military airs, from "The Girl I left Behind Me," to "Yankee Doodle."
He reached camp late that night, somewhat to the surprise of his chums, and they spent the next few days in crowding in as much pleasure as possible. When it became time for Dick to leave, the others decided to go back home with him, as the three weeks were nearly up.
CHAPTER III
GRIT ROUTS UNCLE EZRA
"There's a man out in the vestibule who wants to see you, Master Dick," said Gibbs, the butler, one evening, a few days before the time of departure to the academy.
"Who is it?"