f another affair
of Army honor settled unofficially by the corps of cadets."

Dodge's letter was published in a special order then read before
the corps of cadets, and the affair was closed.

Dick and Greg continued to play in the Army nine the rest of that
spring. It was one of the most brilliant of Army seasons on the
diamond, and much of the credit was due to yearlings Prescott
and Greg.

Baseball was at last cut short by the arrival of the busy graduation
season.

Immediately after the proud and happy graduating class had left
to take up its new life in the scattered Army of the United States,
the yearling class dropped that designation and became the new
second class at West Point. As members of the new second class,
these happy youngsters laid aside their uniforms for two and a
half months, and, in citizens' clothes, made their rush away from
the Military Academy to begin the summer furlough that comes but
once in the cadet's more than four years of Academy life.

That evening found Greg and Dick in New York City. Happy as small
boys, they looked at the great city in genuine glee.

"I feel like rubbing my eyes, Greg, old chum!" laughed Dick.
"Are we dreaming, or can such large cities actually be?"

"It seems to me that I have a remembrance of large towns in some
previous stage of existence, somewhere in the universe," sighed
Holmes ecstatically. "But this town is bigger, noisier, fuller
of life and fun than anything I can recall."

"We have until midnight before the home train leaves," pursued Dick.

"Home! Now, that is something of which I have a much keener
recollection!" cried Greg, his eyes moistening. "Dick, I'm
afraid that, if there were a train earlier than midnight, even
the big town wouldn't detain me."

"But there isn't an earlier train, Greg, and there are no taps
or sub-division inspectors tonight. What shall we do?"

"First of all, then," proposed Greg gleefully, "let us see if
there is a place in New York where they know the meaning of the
big feed."

"And then the theater!" chuckled Dick.

"Which we'll reach in one of those wonderful vehicles that the
natives call taxicabs!"

They found a place without difficulty.

"Then to walk along Broadway with its flashing lights; then the
railway station!"

"The train!"

"Home in the morning!"

"We'll start with a taxi," proposed Greg. "Here's an empty one
coming. Here, chauffeur. Yes! The Waldorf!"

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