"Somehow, I can't quite get it through my head that it's at all right for anyone to withhold from Dick Prescott anything he really wants." Greg sighed too.
"Any idea what arm of the service you're going to choose ?" asked Dan presently.
"I believe I'll do better to wait and see what my class standing is at graduation," laughed Greg.

"That is the thing that settles how much choice I'm to have in the matter of arm of the service." "Any liking for heavy artillery ?" asked Dan.
"Not a whit.

Cavalry or infantry for mine." "Not the engineers ?" "Only the honor men of the class can get into the engineers," grunted Greg.

"Neither Dick nor I stand any show to be honor men.

We feel lucky enough to get through the course and graduate at all." Dick and Dave, too, were talking earnestly about the future, though now and then a word was dropped about the good old past, as described in the _High School Boys' Series_.
Ten minutes before the train time two chums in Army gray and two in Navy blue reached the platform of the railway station.