A DISCOVERY AT THE RIDING DRILL Having once got a hard gait in mathematics, Dick went steadily on and up until he reached one of the middle sections.

There he stopped.

It was as high as he could go, with all this competition from the brightest young men in the country.
Greg, too, managed to get well away from the goats, and so was happy.
Through the winter the yearlings, in detachments, had attended the riding hall regularly during the afternoons.
Most of the men, as spring came along, had proven themselves very good cadet horsemen, though all would have chance to learn more during the two years yet ahead of them.
Dodge, who rode in the same detachment with Dick and Greg, was credited with being the poorest rider in the class.
"When you get to be an officer, Mr.Dodge, you'll have to take the yearly walking test for three days.

You'll get over the ground quicker and safer than you would on a horse," remarked the cadet corporal.
"Oh, well, sir, I'm going into the doughboys, anyway," grinned Dodge.

"It will be a good many years before I can get up far enough in the line to be called upon to ride a horse." The "doughboys" are the United States Infantry.