with his memory gone, taken another name, and then drifted about, until he secured a place at the military academy. That, the officers recalled, was five years ago.
The corporal had not recognized his own photograph, though something in his hazy memory made him think he knew the man the picture represented. His own medal as a marksman he had supposed belong to another.
"I must send Captain Handlee a telegram at once," said Dick, when the excitement had calmed down. "It will be great news for him."
Leaving Corporal Handlee in charge of the surgeon, the old soldier being quite weak, and hardly able to understand all that had happened, Dick started for the telegraph office, which was not far from the school. He sent the message to the old captain, and, in getting out his money to pay for it, he put his hand in the pocket into which he had thrust the telegram the housekeeper had given him.
"Guess I'd better read it," he murmured. "The fire and finding Corporal Handlee made me forget all about it."
It was from his father, and was very short, but the news it contained made Dick throw his cap up into the air, and yell out in pure delight.
"Wow!" he cried. "Wow! Wow! Wow!"
The operator came running from his little office.
"Got bad news?" he asked.
