bread, and coffee, and the cadets pitched in with a will.
"Gives one an appetite to live out in the open," said Lieutenant Tom.
"As if you didn't carry your appetite with you wherever you go," grinned Sam.
"Silence, Private Rover, or I'll fine you half a day's pay," flung back Tom with a similar grin.
"My, but we are some pumpkins," went on Sam, squaring his shoulders. "Wonder how soon we'll get to be a general."
"Perhaps at the next general election," suggested George Granbury.
"Lieutenant Granbury is fined a peanut for punning," said Tom severely. "Don't do it again and the fine will be remitted."
"That's a fine way to do," murmured George, and then Sam shied a tin plate at him.
As soon as the meal was over there was a drill lasting half an hour, and then the cadets were permitted to do as they pleased until noon. Some went boating, some fishing, while others took a swim, or simply "knocked around" as Sam expressed it.
"I shouldn't mind a swim," said Tom. "Who will go in with me?"
A dozen cadets were willing, including Dick, Larry, and Fred Garrison. As it was off time,
