Dick Hamilton's Cadet Days; Or, The Handicap of a Millionaire's Son — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
Dick Hamilton's Cadet Days; Or, The Handicap of a Millionaire's Son
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VII. DICK THINKS HE HAS A CLUE 62
VIII. DICK GETS A FALL 72
IX. WHO FIRED THE GUN 78
X. DICK HAS A FIGHT 85
XI. DICK GIVES A SPREAD 92
XII. AN ANGRY FARMER 100
XIII. A NARROW ESCAPE 108
XIV. CAPTAIN HANDLEE'S VISIT 117
XV. ON THE GRIDIRON 121
XVI. FOR THE PRIZE TROOP 128
XVII. DICK IN TROUBLE 135
XVIII. A DISMAL CHRISTMAS 144
XIX. THE MARKSMAN'S MEDAL 152
XX. DICK DOESN'T TELL 159
XXI. THE FANCY DRESS BALL 170
XXII. THE CHALLENGE 181
XXIII. A WINTER MARCH 190
XXIV. THE RESCUE OF DUTTON 199
XXV. OFF TO CAMP 208
XXVI. THE SHAM BATTLE 215
XXVII. DICK WINS THE CONTEST 228
XXVIII. UNCLE EZRA AT KENTFIELD 235
XXIX. DICK'S GREAT RUN 243
XXX. A BROADSWORD COMBAT 251
XXXI. DICK WRITES A CHECK--CONCLUSION 261
DICK HAMILTON'S CADET DAYS
CHAPTER I
DICK GETS A TELEGRAM
"Hi boys! Here goes for a double summersault!"
"Bet you don't do it, Frank."
"You watch."
"Every time you try it you come down on your back," added another lad of
the group of those who were watching one of their companions poised on
the end of a spring-board.
"Well, this time I'm going to do it just like that circus chap did," and
Frank Bender, who had an ambition to become an acrobat, raised his hands
above his head and crouched for a spring.
"If you do it I'll follow," said another boy, clad in a bright red
bathing suit.
"Good for you, Dick!" exclaimed Walter Mead. "Don't let Frank stump
you."
"Here I go!" cried Frank, and, a moment later, he sprang from the
spring-board, leaped high into the air, and, turning over twice, came
down in true diver style, his hands cleaving the water beneath which he
disappeared.
"Good!" cried the boys on the shore.
"I didn't think he'd do it," remarked "Bricktop" Norton, so called from
his shock of red hair.
"Me either," added Fred Murdock. "Now it's up to you, Dick."
"That's right."
Dick Hamilton rose from a log on which he was sitting. He was a tall,
clean-cut chap, straight as an arrow, with an easy grace about him, and
it needed but a glance to show that he was of athletic build. His red
bathing suit, from which protruded bronzed arms and legs, was
particularly becoming to him.