The three cadets bent over him, and, while one raised him to a sitting position, the others chaffed his hands. Dick opened his eyes, and stared wonderingly about him.
"What—what—where am I?" he asked, and then he saw the mounted students, he added, "I fell."
"Are you hurt?" asked Graham.
"No—no, I guess not."
But when Dick tried to stand he found he was so dizzy that his fellow cadets had to support him.
"Take him back to the hospital," ordered Dutton, "and then you three rejoin your company."
At that moment Major Webster, who had been drilling some of the older cadets, in advanced tactics on a distant part of the field, came galloping up.
"What has happened?" he asked. "Ah, Hamilton, eh? Are you hurt?"
"I fell off my horse. He bolted with me," replied Dick.
"Are you sure you're not hurt?"