This set them wild again, and they cheered each person who emerged from the car. As the fortunate ones descended the steps to the platform they were seized and hugged, one after another. Some of those excited boys actually shed tears. It seemed that their emotions must quite exhaust them when Hal Darrell made his appearance, a blood-stained handkerchief about his head and Doris clinging to his arm. The yell that went up then was even louder than anything yet. Somehow, in a slight lull, Ted Smart made his shrill voice heard. “There’s our mascot!” he shrieked. “She gave us luck! ’Rah for Doris Templeton, the mascot of Fardale! All ready!” he cried, dragging himself up the car steps and lifting his arms. “All together now!” For the first time the cadets cheered in unison, guided by Ted’s jerking arms. “’Rah! ’rah! ’rah! ’Rah! ’rah! ’rah! ’Rah! ’rah! ’rah! Doris Templeton! Doris Templeton! Doris Templeton!” Then Zona was seen, and they cheered for her. Mrs. Arlington and June had been sitting in a carriage close to the platform, with a great crowd packed around them. The face of the woman was pale and anxious, but it brightened as she saw her son, apparently unscathed, descend from the train. Without pausing to say anything to her mother, June left the carriage, and the boys made a passage for her so that she reached her brother. “Chester, you’re not hurt?” “Not a bit, sis,” he answered. “Then go quickly to mother. She is in the carriage there, and she is almost distracted.” Leaving him, June turned and flung her arms about Doris. “Oh, I’m so glad!” she panted. “Even after the message came that no one from Fardale had been seriously injured we were in doubt, and almost died from anxiety. Weren’t you hurt a bit, Doris?” “I think my side was bruised a little, that’s all.” “And Zona?” “She says she was not hurt.” “Come, both of you—come to the carriage.” Mrs. Arlington was urging Chester to get into the carriage. “My poor boy!” she said, her hands trembling. “It was a terrible shock to me when I heard about that wreck. But it didn’t seem right that my boy could be killed if any one else escaped. Get in, Chester.” “Oh, say, mom, don’t drag me off in this old turnout! I want to stay with the gang. They will march back to the academy, and I want to march with them.” “You have changed so! You are so different, Chester! Why, you even seem to enjoy the company of these common boys!” “That’s all right, mom. After a narrow squeak like this there is bound to be things doing, and I propose to keep with the push.” By this time June, with Doris and Zona, returned to the carriage. “What are you doing, child?” asked Mrs. Arlington grimly. “Have you completely forgotten your brother?” “Not by any means, mother. I found he was unhurt, and then I thought of some one else. I wish to take my friends home with me.” “That’s the talk!” exclaimed Chet. “Get right in, girls! Take them right along, mom!”