things here from the nearest village and come whenever we have our off
time."

"Perhaps we can do more than that," said Flapp, struck with a sudden
idea.

"What"? asked the others.

"I'll tell you some other time. It's a great find," continued the tall
boy.

In the meantime those left at the camp had surrounded Dick and were
congratulating him on his victory.

"I knew you would win," said Powell, when the excitement was over. "I
bet with Lew Flapp on the result. Garling was stakeholder."

"What did you win, Songbird"?

"Six dollars."

"Gracious! You went in pretty deep.'

"Flapp called me a coward when I told him I didn't want to bet, so I
had to take him up," went on Songbird. "Had it been anybody else I
might have given the money back. But I won't give it back to that
bully."

"It's against the rules to bet, Songbird."

"But you are not going to tell on me, are you?"

"You know me better than to ask the question. Just the same, I am sorry
you bet," said Dick.

"I'm going to treat the boys as soon as I get the chance," went on
Powell. "Six dollars will buy a whole lot of ice cream and cake, not to
mention soda and candy and peanuts." And then he began to hum to
himself:

"Peanuts and candy and raspberry ice,
Chocolate cake, and all that's nice,
Ev'ry student can come if he will,
And ev'ry student can eat his fill!"

"I believe you'd sing at a funeral," said Dick, laughing.

"I wouldn't sing at my own funeral," answered Powell, and stalked off,
humming as gayly as ever.

The remainder of the day passed quietly enough, although by the
whispering in various tents it was easy to see that something unusual
was in the air.

"Hazing to-night, as sure as guns," said Major Larry to one of the
officers.

"Shall we arrest the hazers"? asked the officer, with a twinkle in his
eye.

"You must obey orders," answered the youthful major, non-committally,
since he had given no orders on the subject.

He could well remember his first year in camp, when he had been dragged
from his cot at midnight, almost stripped, and thrown into a brook of
icy spring water, and then made to run over a rough road in his bare
feet for half a mile, "just to warm up," as the hazers told him. It
was rough sport, not to be approved, but "boys will be boys," and it
is practically impossible to stop hazing even in the highest of our
institutions of learning.

It was poor Hans Mueller who was the first to suffer