The Boy Scout's Victory

Reveille was over at the military school, and the three boys on the end of the line nearest the mess hall walked slowly toward the broad steps of the big brick building ahead. They differed greatly in type, but of this they were unconscious, for all were deep in thought. “I am going home,” said the tallest boy abruptly. “Had a letter from my sister last night. My word, they are having some ripping...