to succeed
splendidly in life.

Before the ice cream---the first double order, that is---reached
the table, all of the young men were plunged into stories of their
adventures during the last two years. Readers of these two series
are familiar with the adventures that the young men discussed.

"You've been getting a heap more excitement out of life, you two,"
Prescott admitted frankly. "Still, from my point of view, I
wouldn't swap with you."

"Just as bughouse on West Point and the Army as ever, are you?"
quizzed Hazelton.

"Just as much, and always will be," Dick nodded, beaming.

"I can't share your enthusiasm," laughed Hazelton. "We've seen
the Army in the West, and they're a lazy, little-account lot."

Instead of getting angry, however, Dick and Greg laughed outright.

"I wish we had you at West Point for forty-eight hours, right
in barracks and Academic Building," declared Greg, his eyes dancing.
"Whew! But you'd be able to view real world from a new angle!"

"Oh, maybe at West Point," nodded Hazelton teasingly. "But afterwards,
in the Army, it's just one dream of indolence."

"Well, what do the Army officers actually do, out your ways"
challenged Greg.

"Why, they---well, they-----"

"You don't know a blessed thing about it, do you?" dared Greg.
"I thought not. You see, we do know something about what Army
officers do with their time. That's what we're learning at West
Point."

"Don't let's fight," pleaded Tom pathetically. "Fellows, we may
never meet again. Before another year rolls around Hazelton and
I may have been scalped and burned by the Apaches, and you fellows
may have died at West Point, from nervous prostration brought
on by overeating and lack of exercise. So let's be good friends
during the little time that we may have together."

"When you get time," put in Dick dryly, "you might as well tell
us when you reached Gridley."

"After ten o'clock last night," supplied Harry. "Of course, we
had to go home first. But this morning we set out to find you.
We knew, of course, that any place would be likelier than your homes,
so we tried Main Street first."

"Many folks were glad to see you?" asked Tom.

"Too many," sighed Dick. "That remark doesn't apply to any old
friends, but there are a good many who always turned up their
noses at us in the old days. Now, just because we're cadets,
and because half-baked Army officers are supposed to be somebody
in the social world, Gre