aid Andy.

"I'll pepper you some day!" howled Werner, and then turned on his heel
and strode off, looking anything but pleasant.

"Gee! but he takes it hard," remarked Walt.

"How foolish," returned Gif. "Even if I was disappointed, I wouldn't
show it."

It was now Jack's turn to shoot, and he did so without delay. His
first two shots were not particularly good, but then he found the
bull's-eye twice in succession, much to the amazement of all the
onlookers.

"Say, there's shooting for you!"

"Fred, you'd better look to your laurels or Jack will beat you," cried
Spouter.

"I want him to beat me--if he can," answered Fred generously.

And beat his cousin Jack did by just one point. He scored a total of
forty-three, while Fred had forty-two.

Barrow came in for third place with forty points, and Werner fourth
with thirty-nine points. Frank Newberry was fifth, and a cadet named
Henkerson sixth.

"Well, you beat me fairly and squarely, Jack!" cried Fred, shaking
hands.

"Not such an awful lot at that, Fred. Only one point," returned the
young captain good-naturedly.

"But it gives you the gold medal, while I'll have to content myself
with the silver medal. Just the same, I'm glad I did as well as that,"
added Fred.

CHAPTER XXIII

GIRL VISITORS

After the target practice the cadets of Colby Hall settled down to the
usual routine of the camp. The Rovers and their chums were eagerly
awaiting the arrival of the girls from Clearwater Hall, and they made
arrangements with Captain Dale so that the visitors might be
appropriately entertained.

The girls came in two large touring cars, which had been hired at the
Haven Point garage. The Rovers and their chums were on the lookout for
them, and set up a cheer as soon as they appeared.

"Oh, what a lovely spot for a camp!" exclaimed Ruth Stevenson, as she
leaped to the ground and shook hands with Jack.

The visitors were escorted by Captain Jack to Captain Dale's quarters.
He knew some of the young ladies already, and soon made all of the
crowd feel perfectly at home.

"Your friends will show you around our camp, and if you care to do so
you may have regular mess with our cadets," said the old West Pointer,
smiling.

"Oh, let's have a regular mess dinner by all means!" cried Mary. "I've
always wanted to know how it tasted."

"Grandest soup you ever struck, Mary," said Gif.

"Especially if a pinching bug or a worm chances to drop into it," came