"But I'm taking up all of the talk, and I know you're dying to talk to Laura." Belle accompanied her words with a little gesture of one hand that displayed the flash of a small solitaire diamond set in a band of gold on the third finger of the left hand.
Dick did not need inquire.

He knew that Dave Darrin had placed that ring where it now flashed.
Just then Greg came through the sally-port.

In an instant he bounded across the road.

He immediately took it upon himself to talk with Belle, and Dick turned to Laura with flushed face and wistful eyes.
In the first instant Miss Bentley flushed; then a sudden pallor succeeded the flush.

Dick, taking her dear face as his barometer, felt a sudden indescribable sinking of his heart.
They exchanged a few words, then----- Ta-ra-ta-ra-ta-ra-ta! It was the bugle calling the assembly.
Swiftly Greg sprang across the road to form his troop, while Anstey formed the other.
Both acting troop leaders turned to report to Dick that their respective troops were formed.
Then Prescott, for the last time as a cadet, marched the class across the plain at swift, rhythmic tread, to where the veteran cavalry horses stood saddled and tethered.
Reaching the cavalry instructor, Prescott halted, saluted, and reported his command.
"Stand to horse!" ordered the instructor briskly.