As he was going out Dick was passed by Greg coming in.
For a moment Prescott waited outside until Greg had joined him.
"It would be a howling mess if we didn't have a room together this year, old ramrod, wouldn't it ?" muttered Cadet Holmes as soon as they were clear of the administration building.
"Oh, that isn't one of our likely troubles," Dick answered.

"We asked for a room together, and second classmen generally have what we want in that line." On reporting to the special officer in charge, the two chums found that they had been given quarters together.

Moreover, their room was one of the best assigned to second classman, and looked out over the plain and parade ground.
"We ought to be jolly happy in here this year, old ramrod," predicted Greg.

"Especially as we haven't any fellow like Dodge in the class." "Nor in the whole Military Academy," rejoined Prescott.
"I hope not," murmured Cadet Holmes thoughtfully.
Boys at boarding school would have needed at least the rest of the day to get themselves to rights.

Trained to soldierly habits, our two cadets had quickly dropped the furlough life.