nother yawn.

"Well, I hope you at least attain to your ambitions in the matter,"
replied Dick, regretfully eyeing two of his text-books that he
wanted to dig into in turn. There was not a heap of study time
left now, before the call came for supper formation.

"My ambitions run along different lines," announced Haynes.

"Along different lines than class standing?" inquired Dick.

"Yes; if you mean the kind of class standing that comes from the
academic board," went on Haynes.

"Why, I didn't know there was any other kind, except standing in
drill, and believe nearly all of the men here stand well in drill."

"Oh, there are some other kinds," pursued Haynes. "Personal standing,
for instance?"

"Thank heaven personal standing is rather easily reached here,"
replied Dick. "All a fellow has to do is to be courteous and
honorable and his personal standing just about takes care of itself."

"Oh, there are some other little matters in personal standing.
Take the class presidency, Prescott, for instance."

"Yes?" queried Dick. "What about it?"

"Well, you've been president of your class for two years."

"Yes; thanks to the other fellows of the class."

"Now, Prescott, do you intend to go right along keeping the presidency
of the class?"

"Why, yes; if the fellows don't show me that they want a change."

"Maybe they do," murmured Haynes.

Dick wheeled and regarded the turnback rather sharply.

"You must mean something by that, Haynes. What do you mean?"

"Are you willing to resign, if the class wants someone else?"

"Of course," replied Prescott, with a snap.

"I'm glad to hear you say that," murmured Haynes.

"See here, Haynes, have you been sent here by any faction in the
second class?"

"No," admitted the turnback promptly.

"Have you heard any considerable expression of opinion on the
subject of a new class president being desired."

"No," admitted Haynes, coloring somewhat under the close scrutiny
of his comrade in the class and the corps.

"You're speaking for yourself only?"

"That's it," assented the turnback.

"Why don't you want me for class president?"

Cadet Haynes looked a trifle disconcerted, but it was always Dick's
way to go openly and directly to the point in any matter.

"Why, perhaps I don't know just how to put it," replied Haynes.
"But see here, Prescott, wouldn't it be better for any class---say
the second class, for instance---to have a man as president who
has bee