The Putnam Hall Rebellion

have target pra

me exactly. Just wait, Jack, and see me ma

ep, while you are at it?" answere

cadets gathered on the Putnam Hall campus. "The last time we had practice

straight enough, but the wind blew so hard

he target to meet the bullet," cried

ng Irish accent. "Sure, if you had to crawl up on the inimy, like in war, you

ed Paul, whose waist measurement exceed

boy, who was somewhat of a newcomer, having been a

ddy. "Captain Putnam is going to make the test a very thorough one, too,

red Fred Century. "I've used a shotgun, in the woods, but never

major. "It isn't given to everybody to become a

the gathering. He was Dale Blackmore, the captain of the Putnam Hall

he other fellows talking of it, too. One of 'em said he was going

questioned t

f Ri

ery time anything is going on he tries to push himself to

om Andy Snow and

s any better shot nor Maj

kly. "Jack's a soldier through and through. If he w

e has made some fair scores and he may have been practi

, Nick Paxton, Billy Sabine, and that bunch. Co

Bart Conners," said Pepper. "Bar

as a youth with a somewhat sour-looking countenan

ve Kearney by name. "I hear you are going t

manded Reff Ritter

I hea

ng to make star records,

better than Major Ruddy and Capta

ly. "When it comes to handling a rifle

ng a tremendous lot late

ing to bet anybody here a new hat that I come out ahead to-morrow

-since I have to wear the regulation cap here. Just the same, Reff, my boy, you

t and see," gr

id Reff Ritter, sourly. "Well, to-morrow you'll find out differently. After the shooting is over you'll s

bserved Andy Snow. "Somebody must

Joe Nelson, a quiet and studious lad. "Yesterday Captain Putnam called h

" said Pepper. "And lectures don't

ed the young major of the school b

n face the captain for a lecture! But, just the same, you

n," observed Fred Century. "And certainly Re

best on the parade ground, even if you don't know how to hit the target."

s, in their neat military uniforms, and with their guns and swords polished to the highest degree. Major Jack Ruddy was at th

ceased. "Shoulder arms! Forward, march!" And then the drums beat, the fifes

r Putnam, a retired army officer, who, in days gone by, had seen strenuous military service in the far West. It was modeled somewhat after West Point, our great national school for soldiery, but, of course, on far less pretentious proportions. The school building proper, located not far from the lake, was of brick and stone, a

ck was a little the older of the two and was inclined to be studious. Pepper was full of fun,

en effected. After some time spent in drilling and studying, the cadets were permitted to ballot for their own officers, with the result that Jack became the major of the battalion, Henry Lee

d Coulter and some others to vote for him, but nevertheless was defeated. Baxter w

ng marvellous "stunts" in the gymnasium; Dale Blackmore, of football fame; Hogan, whose Irish wit was delightful to li

was we have already seen. As Andy Snow said, Ritter frequently imagined that he "was the whole show." His particular cronies were Gus Coulter and Nick Paxton, whi

ck and Pepper, and some of their chums. In the middle of one of the terms George Strong, the second assistant teacher, disa

old the boys of a treasure buried in that vicinity by some relatives. How th

in the third volume of this series, entitled "The Putnam Hall Champions." The cadets also held a great bicycle race and a hill climbing contest, and they likewise had a bowling match with the team of a rival school, Pornell Academ

some French headache powders, putting the stuff in Jack's drinking water. As a consequence, Jack, while on the flying rings, became dizzy and then unconscious, and would have hurt himself seriously had he not been caught as he fell. He was put to bed an