It was pleasant to sit there in the semi-gloom.
But presently he began to wonder, a little, that none of the fellows dropped around for a chat, for he was aware that a number of the first classmen were not booked for the hop that night.
From time to time Dick saw a first classman enter or leave the tent of Cadet Jordan.
"He seems unusually popular to-night," thought Prescott, with a smile.

"Well, better late than never.

Poor Jordan has never been much of a favorite before.

I wonder if my reporting him to-day has made the fellows take more notice of him?
It is a rare thing, these days, for a first classman to be confined to his company street." For Prescott the evening became, in fact, so lonely that presently he rose, left the encampment and strolled along the road leading to the West Point Hotel.

On other than hop nights, this road was likely to be crowded with couples.