"Some of the tacs.

would just as soon see the plebe caught cold, poor little beast.

But Lieutenant Denton can remember the time when he was a cadet here himself, and he wants to see the plebe have as much of the beginner's chance as can be given." As Dick pushed aside the flap and entered his tent, he beheld his chum and roommate, Greg Holmes, now a cadet lieutenant, carefully transferring himself to his spoony dress uniform.
"Going to the hop to-night, old ramrod ?" asked Greg carelessly, though affectionately.
"Not in my line of hike," yawned Prescott.

"You know I'm no hopoid." "Oh, loyal swain!" laughed Greg in mock admiration.

"You hop but little oftener than once a year, when Laura comes on from the home town! You throw away nearly all of the pleasures of the waxed floor." "Even though but once a year, I go as often as I want," Dick answered, with a pleasant smile.
"But see here, ramrod, an officer is expected to be a gentleman, and a fellow can't be an all-around gentleman unless he is at ease with the ladies.