The long, caped gray overcoats looked as though they had been melted to the forms of their wearers.
No wonder Greg Holmes gave that involuntary gasp.

He was having his first view of a small squad of real cadets.
Some of the candidates on the other sidewalk so far forgot themselves as to halt and all but stare at the natty young marching men opposite.
Then, all in an instant, the section marcher and his section had gone by.
"Don't anyone halt, please," cautioned the soldier orderly.

"Keep your places in the line, young gentlemen, and keep moving right along." So they reached the cadet hospital.

The orderly marched them into a spacious, almost bare room on the ground floor and announced: "I will report to the surgeon.

Young gentlemen, wait until you are called." "I wish I could carry myself and step the way that fellow does," whispered Dick, his admiring gaze following the retreating orderly.
"Well, that's what we've come here to learn," replied Greg.