The young Virginian looked as though he were having a tremendously hard time to keep himself from exploding.
"Oh, this is rich!" he chuckled.
"What is ?" inquired Dick, looking up in some mystification.
"What do you suppose Dodge has gone and done, now ?" "Said a kind word about me ?" smiled Prescott.
"I didn't say anything about miracles," drawled the Virginian.

"No; poor old Dodge has drawn number three post for guard duty on the late tour to-night!" "Well, isn't three a good enough number ?" asked Greg innocently.
"A good post, you meandering old puddin'-head!" retorted Anstey.
"Good?
The post that goes by old Fort Clinton ?" "Well, it is a bit lonely, off there in the woods," admitted Cadet Prescott.
"Lonely ?" bubbled over Anstey.

"And you've seen the ditch that runs along by that post ?" "Naturally," nodded Dick.

"You will probably remember that I got past the eye-sight tests of the rainmakers" (doctors).
"Now, I've just been talking with a young cit.

fellow, who's visiting one of the officers on post," continued Anstey.