CHAPTER XXI.
PITCHING FOR THE ARMY NINE "Dick, old fellow, this is going to be a Gridley day for us! It will carry us back to the good old High School days!" Cadet Greg Holmes was radiant as he moved about their room in quarters that Saturday morning while preparing for the call to breakfast formation.
Until one o'clock these young men of West Point would be busy in the section rooms, as on other week days.

But the afternoon of Saturday belonged to pleasure---on this Saturday to sport! Lehigh University was sending over the strongest baseball nine it could put up, in the effort to beat West Point on the Military Academy's diamond.
"It'll seem just like good old Gridley High School days," repeated Greg.
"Yes," smiled Dick darkly, "with the same rascal, Bert Dodge, to keep my thoughts going." "Dodge won't be in the game, anyway." "He wasn't much in Gridley, either," smiled Dick darkly.
"Oh, well, forget him until the game is over." Morning recitations passed off as usual.

It was when the cadets came back from dinner, First, there was a brief inspection, after which cadets, with leave to visit the West Point Hotel, or officers' homes, strolled away to meet young women friends.
"I'm due to be only a rooter today," sigh Greg, as he saw his roommate start off to the gym to meet the other members of the nine.
"Your luck may change," rejoined Dick.

"You'd better go along to the gym.

You're the sub.