The cadets were soon on the way, shouting and laughing merrily over the sport promised.  Only a few remained behind, including Jim Caven, who gave as his excuse that he had a headache.

“I’m glad he is not with us,” said Dick.  “I declare, for some reason, I can’t bear to have him around.”

“Nor I,” returned Frank.  “It’s queer, but he gives me the shivers whenever he comes near me.”

“It’s a wonder he came here at all.  He doesn’t belong in our style of a crowd.”

To reach Baker’s Plain the cadets had to make a detour around a high cliff which overlooked a rocky watercourse which flowed into Cayuga Lake.  They moved slowly, as nobody wished to damage his kite, and it was after two o’clock before all hands were ready for the first trial at kite-flying.

“Gracious, but it is blowing!” cried Tom.

“Sam, have you a good strong cord on your kite?”

“The strongest I could get,” answered the youngest Rover.  “I guess it is stronger than what Fred has.”

“My kite won’t pull like yours,” said Fred Garrison.  “All ready?”

“Yes.”

“Then up they go —­ and may the best kite win!”

Soon a dozen kites of various kinds were soaring in the air, some quite steadily and others darting angrily from side to side.  One went up with a swoop, to come down with a bang on the rocks, thus knocking itself into a hundred pieces.

“Mine cracious, look at dot!” burst out Hans Mueller.  “Mine Gretchen kite vos busted up —­ und I spent me feefteen cents on him alreety!” and a roar went up.

“Never mind, Hans,” said Dick.  “You can help sail the Katydid.  She will pull strong enough for two, I am sure.”

The Katydid was a wonderful affair of silver and gold which Dick had constructed on ideas entirely his own.  It went up slowly but surely and proved to be as good a kite as the majority.

A number of girls living in the neighborhood, bad heard of the kite-flying contests, and now they came up, Dora Stanhope with the rest, accompanied by her two cousins, Grace and Nellie Laning.  As my old readers may guess, Dick was very attentive to Dora, and his brothers were scarcely less so to the two Laning sisters.

“And how is your mother?” Dick asked of Dom, during the course of their conversation.

“She is much better,” replied Dora, “although she is still weak from her sickness.”

“Does she ever mention Josiah Crabtree?”

“She mentioned him once.  She said that she had dreamed of him and of you, Nick.”

“Me?  And what was the dream?”

“Oh — it was only a silly affair, Dick, not worth mentioning.”

“But I would like to know what it was.”

“Well, then, she dreamed that both of you were in a big forest and he was about to attack you with a gun or a club, she couldn’t tell which.  She awoke screaming and I ran to her side, and that is how she told me of the dream.”