Reynolds usually attended the hops.

But for to-night he had only a telegram in the breast of his coat in the place of the cherished "femme" whom he had hoped to "drag." As he stood in his doorway, looking up at the inscrutable stars, Cadet Captain Reynolds was taking his own lesson in patient waiting.
"Thank you, sir," Dick replied in a low tone, then faced front again.
That night another plebe was on post number three during the tour ending at midnight.

He was not molested, however, which was most fortunate for mischief-loving yearlings, for the K.C.

had stationed two tacs.

in hiding close by, to be promptly on hand in case of any attempted trouble.
A few nights later it came Dick Prescott's turn to take the late tour on post number three.