don't lose that medal, Mr. Hamilton. I'm going to wear it."
"Poor Toots," thought Dick. "All the medals in the world will never make you a good shot."
He put the badge carefully away, resolving to ask Major Webster, at the first opportunity, from what military post it was likely to have come.
Thanks to the jolly companionship of Toots, Christmas was not as gloomy as Dick had feared it would be. The dinner over the janitor left Dick to himself, and our hero fell into a refreshing sleep. When he awoke he felt much better, and the doctor said he could be out in a couple of days, if the weather moderated.
The first of the year dawned; a fine bracing day, and, as there was no biting wind, Dick was allowed to stroll about the campus a short time. This brought the color to his cheeks, and completed the cure begun by the surgeon's medicine.
"Well, things will be lively a week from tonight," said Toots one day, as he came in to make up Dick's room.
"Why?"
"The boys will be back then. Vacation will be over."
"I'm glad of it," commented Dick, and then, with pain in his heart, he wondered if the coming term would bring him more fellowship than had the preceeding one.
Major Webster was among the first of the instructors to arrive, in anticipation of the return
