force. Still he had a considerable number of cadets left, and they had plenty of ammunition.
Meanwhile Dick and his freshmen cadets had not been idle. Under his directions they unhitched the six horses from the cannon, and, by attaching ropes to the piece they pulled it across the stream on a raft they improvised from the boards used to construct the fake bridge. Thus the piece was saved from getting wet. The fake bridge builders, who had (theoretically) been killed, offered no objection. They could take no further part in the battle.
"Who are the best riders?" asked Dick, and several lads modestly offered themselves.
"You'll be the cavalry," said the young commander. "You are only six, but you'll do for what I want, which is mostly bluff."
He gave the artillery horses to six lads, and bade them ride across the stream, which they easily did.
"Wade and swim for the rest of us," said Dick grimly. "Hold your rifles above your heads, for, though the cartridges are water-proof, it doesn't do the mechanism of a gun any good to get it wet. Lively now. We'll be too late if we don't hurry. They're keeping up quite a heavy artillery fire."
The eager cadets needed no urging. They crossed the stream in good order, not being observed by either Dutton's force, or by the defenders of the hill. On the other side Dick looked for
