Of late the second class cavalry drills had been in the open.
That day, however, it was raining heavily, and the order had
been passed for the squads to report at the riding hall.
Soon after Haynes's roommate had returned from recitation the
signal sounded for the squad that was to report at the riding hall.
Haynes rose, drawing on his uniform raincoat.
"What's the matter with you, Haynesy?" inquired his roommate.
"Why do you ask, Pierson?"
"There was a very queer look on your face," replied Cadet Pierson.
I couldn't tell whether it were a diabolical look or merely a
sardonic grin."
"I was just thinking of a story I heard told years ago," lied
Haynes glibly.
"I don't believe I'd care to hear that story, then," returned
Pierson dryly.
"I'm not going to tell it to you. 'Bye, old man. I'm off for
riding drill."
Dick and Greg were in the same squad. Those who were going for
drill at this hour fell in at the command, of their squad marcher,
and strode away to the riding hall.
Once inside, the cadets disposed of their uniform raincoats. The
squad marcher reported to Captain Albutt, who was their instructor
for the afternoon.
"To horse!" came the crisp order.
Each cadet stepped to his mount, untying the animal and standing by.
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