About three miles from where they had dinner was another checking station. Dick's squad reached this in the midst of quite a snowstorm.
"I guess it will only be a squall," observed Rutledge, as he went in the house, where the checking officer was stationed, to report.
"A squall?" observed Dick. "If this doesn't keep up until we get back, and for some time after, I'm a Dutchman."
Rutledge came out of the house, followed by the checking officer, Captain Nelton. Both looked worried.
"We'll keep watch for them," said Rutledge as he prepared to vault into the saddle.
"Yes, I wish you would," said Captain Nelton. "They may have straggled behind, and lost the road. Have them join your squad if you see them."
"What's up?" asked Dick, for an air of familiar fellowship was permitted on the practice marches.
"Dutton and Stiver didn't report in with their squad, which is just ahead of ours," replied Rutledge. "We're to look out for them."
"Most likely they sneaked off to have a good time somewhere," said Dick in a low voice to Paul.
The pace was slower now, for the snow was deeper, and the horses were beginning to feel the strain of the long march. The flakes were falling
