"So it is. That's on the other side. We're sort of coming in from the back, but that's the shortest road from the depot. I'll take you right to Colonel Masterly's quarters. He's the one you want to see, I guess, being as you're a new cadet, and he's the superintendent."
"I suppose so," answered Dick.
A little later he alighted in front of a large brick structure, and the hackman lifted down his trunk and suitcase.
"Do they expect you?" asked the driver.
"I think so," replied our hero, hoping that some arrangements had been made for him.
A moment later a door opened, and a flood of light streamed out from a broad hall. A man in semi-military uniform appeared.
"Who's there?" he asked, and, having spoken he began to whistle a few bars from "Marching Through Georgia," ending up with a bugle call.
"Got a cadet for you, Toots," replied the hackman.
"A cadet?" and once more the man in the hall whistled a martial air.
"That's what I said, Toots. Give me a hand with this trunk, will you, and tell Colonel Masterly that he's going to have company."