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.
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