"There's just a glimpse of some of the high spots of West Point through the trees!" It was all well enough for the cadets to claim that the life at West Point was a fearfully hard and dull grind, and that they were little better than cadet slaves.

As they picked out, one after another, familiar glimpses of West Point, these young men became mostly silent, though their eyes gleamed eagerly.

They loved the good old gray academy! They rejoiced to find themselves so near, and going back! Then at last the boat touched at the pier.

Some moments before the gangplank was run aboard from the wharf everyone of the more than dozen cadets had already leaped ashore.
"Whoop!" yelled Greg, tossing his hat in the air.
"Mr.Holmes!" growled Cadet Dennison with mock severity.

"Report yourself for unmilitary enthusiasm!" "Yes, sir," responded Greg meekly, saluting: his fellow classman.
"Fall in!" yelled Dennison.
"Where ?" inquired Dick innocently.