For a few moments after Dick sat down there was silence.

Then a half dozen began to applaud.

The noise grew, until half the plebes were cheering.
"Thank you, gentlemen," smiled the class president.

"I think we are now well started on the way to becoming useful members of the Army." "What do you think of our new leader ?" one of Bert Dodge's late supporters asked that young man after the meeting had broken up.
"We're going to have a boot-lick president," growled Bert.
"Then there's a strong boot-lick sentiment in the class," returned the other cadet.

"But I think Mr.Prescott is going to head a manlier lot than we were yesterday." When Anstey entered their room at barracks Dodge refused to notice him, or to answer a pleasant greeting.
"I have been trying to forgive Dick Prescott for all of the past," Cadet Dodge told himself darkly.