Dutton's horse was a fast one, and he soon caught up to the young cadet. He crossed in front of him, wheeled about and, a moment later the two horses collided violently. Dick was flung up in the air, and, the next instant, came heavily to the ground, where he lay quiet, while his horse bolted.
Dutton, who had retained his seat, looked down on the prostrate figure.
"Come. Get up," he said. "No shamming."
Dick did not move.
"Here, Drew, Butler, Graham!" called Captain Dutton. "Here's a chance to practice first aid to the injured. See what's the matter with him."
The three cadets he had named galloped forward, while the remainder of the company came to a halt.
CHAPTER IX
WHO FIRED THE GUN?
"Pick him up, and see if he's hurt," ordered Dutton though he did not take the trouble to get off his horse to ascertain. "Very likely he's only shamming."
But is needed only a look at Dick's pale face to show that he had had a hard fall. The breath was knocked out of him.