Then he leaped
at his late foe, throwing his arms around him. The two fairly hugged each
other, Yes; here was Dick Prescott, not so many weeks a graduate of the
Military Academy at West Point, and now, if you please, Second Lieutenant
Richard Prescott, United States Army!
"Well, of all the strange things that the Illinois Central Railroad brings
into Alabama!" grunted Tom, now gripping Dick by the hand and holding on
as though he never meant to let go.
"If the Illinois Central had built its tracks through to Blixton I probably
would have arrived at a civilized hour," laughed Dick. "As it was, I had
to come in on a wood-burning, backwoods road and the train was only five
hours and a half behind schedule. Then, from a sleepy policeman I got
directions that enabled me to find this place after an hour's hard work."
To what effect? Only to be pounced upon by you as though you had caught me
in the act of stealing all the water in the Gulf of Mexico!"
"Stop your roasting," laughed Tom joyfully. "But say, it _does_ seem good
to set eyes on you again, after two years."
All of our readers who have read the "_High School Boys Series_" and the
"_West Point Series_" know all about Dick Prescott, the famous leader of
Dick & Co.
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