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The "tin can" may also be used in such a way as to throw a large part of a tent in semi-darkness. Two minutes later, Greg's breathing proclaimed the fact that this cadet was sound asleep. Dick, stifling a yawn -for it had been a long, hard and busy day -threw a look of envy toward his chum. Then, in uniform, Prescott stepped out into the company street.
"I hope it isn't true -oh, I hope it isn't true," breathed Greg fervently. "But I know you're no liar, Dick, and you're no dreamer of dreams! Confound it, I almost wish you hadn't told me this. But I asked you to." Greg's face was a queer ashen gray in color. At that moment the call for dinner formation sounded. "You're all ready, Dick, so hustle along. I've clean forgotten to get myself ready.
The decision of the scrap committee was that a fight would have to take place, but that Mr. Holmes was privileged to request the scrap committee to name a yearling who was Holmes's own size and weight, this substitute to fight in Mr. Butler's place at once. Cadet Corporal Atwater thereupon promptly called at Greg's tent, and stated the decision to the three tentmates. "Mr.
Greg's hand was still in mine, and it was not very hot. Dawn always disappoints me a little. You think it's going to be perfectly gorgeous, and then it's usually nothing but one cold, pinkish streak, and the shadows all going the wrong way.
"I will take another look and make sure," she laughed softly, glancing up archly into Greg's face. As the concert drew to a close Greg had to make a decent show of trying to find Griffin, and he succeeded. Griffin was still with the tall blonde. Griffin had permission to go to the hotel, and Greg didn't. So Greg strolled with Miss Griffin until near the hotel grounds.
Bentley and the girls. Greg was with his chum, of course, but Greg was not in a flutter. He was to escort Belle Meade -an arrangement of chumship, for Belle wore the engagement ring of Dave Darrin, one of Greg's old High School chums. For Dick, this was the night to which he had looked forward during four years.
Members of the upper classes will accordingly remain away from the Y.M.C.A. to-night." "Remember, you fellows," called Bert Dodge, thrusting his head into Dick and Greg's room after return to barracks, "I count upon your strong support to-night." Not a man save two on sick report at cadet hospital was absent when Cadet Hopper, acting as temporary chairman, the plebe class called to order.
"Twenty, perhaps," said Greg's first lieutenant cheerfully. The meal had been under way for fifteen minutes when Captain Cartwright entered leisurely. "I suppose you fellows have eaten all the best stuff," he called, as he looked about and found a vacant seat, though he paused as if in no great haste to occupy it. "Same old Cartwright," observed Greg, in an undertone to Dick.
Greg's shoulder was quite awful, what we could see, for it was almost dark now. There was nothing at all we dared to do. We couldn't even bathe it, for there was only sea-water, so I just sat and held Greg's other hand and patted it. He didn't cry, I think the hurting was too bad for that, but he moaned a little, and sometimes he said, "Hurts, Chris."
He had practiced it well, and won it easily, securing a silver medal. Greg's prize had been a gold medal, but over this fact Tom allowed himself to feel no envy or disappointment. Several other events came along in quick succession. Everyone seemed to forget that the freshman mile had not yet been skated. It was called last on the list.
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