Readers of these two series are familiar with the adventures that the young men discussed.
"You've been getting a heap more excitement out of life, you two," Prescott admitted frankly.

"Still, from my point of view, I wouldn't swap with you." "Just as bughouse on West Point and the Army as ever, are you ?" quizzed Hazelton.
"Just as much, and always will be," Dick nodded, beaming.
"I can't share your enthusiasm," laughed Hazelton.

"We've seen the Army in the West, and they're a lazy, little-account lot." Instead of getting angry, however, Dick and Greg laughed outright.
"I wish we had you at West Point for forty-eight hours, right in barracks and Academic Building," declared Greg, his eyes dancing.
"Whew! But you'd be able to view real world from a new angle!" "Oh, maybe at West Point," nodded Hazelton teasingly.

"But afterwards, in the Army, it's just one dream of indolence." "Well, what do the Army officers actually do, out your ways" challenged Greg.
"Why, they---well, they-----" "You don't know a blessed thing about it, do you ?" dared Greg.
"I thought not.

You see, we do know something about what Army officers do with their time.