The cadets had been preparing for this for some time and each company did its best to win.
"I am greatly pleased with the showing made by all three companies," said Captain Putnam after the drilling and marching were at an end.
"Companies B and C have done very well indeed.

But for general excellence the average of Company A is a little above the others, so the prize must go to Captain Rover's command." "Hurrah for Dick Rover!" was the cry, and this was followed by a cheer for First Lieutenant Powell and for Second Lieutenant Tom Rover.
"Humph! Forever cheering those Rovers!" muttered Flapp, who was in Company C."My, but it makes me sick!" "Never mind," whispered Rockley.

"Just wait till we get the chance to work our little game." At once Lew Flapp's face took on a cunning look.
"I've got an idea," he whispered in return.

"Why not try it on to-night?
Then Captain Putnam would say Rover had been celebrating because his company won the prize." "You are right there, Lew, I didn't think of that.

Wait till I sound the other fellows." It did not take Rockley long to talk to his cronies, and presently he came back with a knowing look on his face.
"It's settled," he said.