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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys Under Canvas; Or…

This question gave Jack a sudden idea.
“Alone?” he cried. “Not much! There are over a hundred of us,” he answered, referring, of course, to the number of cadets at Colby Hall.
“Are you telling the truth?” growled the German, and his voice betrayed his nervousness.
“He sure is telling the truth! Look behind you and see,” said Fred, and began to laugh in a suggestive way.
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys Under Canvas; Or…

I wish I could volunteer and go to that camp,” sighed Fred.
“Well, we’ll get a touch of camp life soon,” returned Jack.
He referred to the annual encampment of the Colby Hall students. Every year the cadets of the school were marched away to some place either in the mountains or on the seashore, there to erect their tents and live under canvas for several weeks. During this encampment the cadets were given a taste of real military life, with strenuous drills and marches, target and bayonet practice, and usually ending with a thrilling sham battle.
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Portrait of Edward Stratemeyer Edward Stratemeyer The Rover Boys Under Canvas; Or…

You fellows are making altogether too much noise,” came from Jack. “Attention, company! Line up! Eyes right!”
“My! but don’t the bugles and drums sound fine?” was Fred’s comment, as he hurried into his new uniform, of which, it may be said privately, he was exceedingly proud.
“I suppose we won’t have a bit of fun at this outing, with a captain and a lieutenant keeping their eyes on us,” grumbled Andy; but, of course, he did not mean what he said.
“Sure, I’ll make you line up and toe the chalk mark,” answered Jack, with a grin. “You won’t dare to call your souls your own.
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