His own voice broke.

For some moments Holmes sat in moody silence.
At last he reached out a hand, resting it on Dick's arm.
"If you get out, old ramrod, it's the outs for me on the same day." "Greg!" "Oh, that's all right," retorted Cadet Holmes, trying to force a cheery ring into his voice.

"If you can't get through and live under the colors, Dick, I don't want to!" "But Greg, old fellow, you mustn't look at it that way.

You have had three years of training here at the nation's expense.

It will soon be four.