CHAPTER XXII.
GREG'S SECRET AND ANOTHER'S "Are you going to the hop tonight ?" asked Holmes, looking up with gleaming eyes from the smear on the back of his hand.
"No," admitted Anstey.
"Can you keep a secret?
"Yes, suh; suhtinly." "Then come here at 8.15 to-night." "What are you talking-----" "I'm not talking, _now_," retorted Greg with a resolute tone in his voice.

"Like a wise man, I'm going to do some thinking first.
But you call around this evening.

It'll be worth your while." Anstey looked and felt highly mystified.

It must be something both sudden and important to make Greg change his mind so swiftly.
For Cadet Holmes, who, in his home town, had not been exactly noted for gallantries to the other sex, had, in the yearling class, acquired the reputation of being a good deal of a "spoonoid." This is the term applied to a cadet who displays a decided liking for feminine company.
"I can see that it isn't any use to ask you anything now," went on Anstey.
"It isn't," Greg returned promptly.

"I'm never secretive against you, Anstey, old man and the only reason I don't talk at once is that I don't know just what I want to say.