"Warn him--and spoil all the fun!" "I know I'd want to be warned, if it were likely to happen to me to-night," insisted Dick soberly.
"Oh--well, I don't know but that you're right," assented Anstey slowly.

"Yes; I'm certain you are." "Hullo, you raw-looking rookies," hailed Dodge, halting and looking in through the doorway.
"Come in here a minute, Dodge," urged Anstey.
For an instant Dodge looked suspicious.

Then he muttered: "As you're not yearlings, I accept the invitation." Very spick and span Dodge looked as he entered the tent.

As a member of the guard he wore a pair of immaculate white duck trousers, which held the "spooniest" crease imaginable.

His gray coat and white gloves made him look more the dandy than usual.
"We've something to tell you, Dodge," Anstey continued almost in a whisper, as the four plebes stood in a close bunch.