Then besides, Greg, old fellow, think what we are now." "Well, what are we ?" asked Greg.
"First classmen! Only a year more, Greg, to the glorious old Army! Think of it, boy! In blue, in a year, and wearing shoulder-straps!" "I wish we had just graduated, like Brayton, Spurlock and the rest," muttered Greg.
"You want to rush things, don't you, lad ?" "But Dick, you see," murmured Holmes, "a cadet can't marry." "Oh, still harping on Miss Number Three ?" laughed his chum.
"Number---thr-----" stammered Greg.
"You don't mean to say that it is all off with Miss Number Three ?" "Oh, yes; months ago." "She broke the engagement ?" "Yes," admitted Holmes.

"But I don't care." "What's the present girl's number ?" teased Dick.
"Five," confessed Greg with desperate candor.

"But this girl, Dick, is worth all the others.

And she'll stick.

After all, it's only a year, now, that she'll have to wait." At this point, however, we find Dick and Greg to be first classmen.
So their further adventures are necessarily reserved for the next and concluding volume in this series, which will be published under the title, "_Dick Prescott's Fourth Year At West Point; Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps_." All we need to tell the reader is that this coming volume will contain the most rousing story of all in the _West Point Series_.
THE END.