It was several minutes after that before Colonel Harvey said anything.
"You have made a powerful friend, my boy," he remarked, smiling at the recollection of the old gentleman's strange speech. "And you have brought honor upon the academy. I am proud of you—proud to have you here."
"Thank you, sir," said Mark, simply.
"All I have to say besides that," added the officer, "is to watch out that you stay. Don't get any more demerits."
"I'll try not, sir."
"Do. And I guess you had best go and join your company now if the doctor thinks you're able. Something is happening to-day which always interests new cadets. I bid you good-morning, Mr. Mallory."
And Mark went out of that office and crossed the street to barracks feeling as if he were walking on air.
CHAPTER XXIX.
THE SEVEN IN SESSION.
It is fun indeed to be a hero, to know that every one you pass is gazing at you with admiration. Or if one cannot do anything heroic, let him even do something that will bring him notoriety, and then—