CHAPTER XV.
ON THE MARCH TO CAMP _Rat-tat-tat!_ _Rat-tat-tat!_ _Rat-tat-tat!_ The cadets got their first taste of the annual encampment early in the morning, when, instead of hearing the familiar bell, they were awakened by the rolling of the drum.
"Time to get up, everybody!" cried Sam, flinging the covers from him.
"It won't do to be late this morning." "That is true, Private Rover," came solemnly from Dick.

"I will fine any soldier of my command who is behind time." "Thank you, Captain Rover, I'll remember that," came from one of the other cadets.

"And how is Lieutenant Rover this morning"?
"Fine as silk," came from Tom, who was already splashing in the cold water of his washbowl.

"I'll bet a big red apple against a turnip that I'm down first," and he began to don his uniform with remarkable rapidity.
All of the students were soon below, and then the various companies marched into the messroom for their last breakfast at the Hall for some time to come.
"I see the wagons have already left," said Sam.
"Yes, the drivers are to get the camp in readiness for to-night," answered his big brother.
Knowing that they had a long march before them, the majority of the cadets ate a hearty breakfast.

Mrs.Green, the housekeeper, was sorry to have them leave, and had prepared an unusually fine repast.
"Mrs.Green is just all right," declared Tom.