He had drawn off one of his white lisle-thread gloves, but now he was engaged in putting it on again.
"Confidence deserves to be paid in the same coin, Greg," warned his chum.

"Did you leave any girl---back in Gridley---or elsewhere." "Dick, old ramrod," replied Cadet Holmes, frankly, as he finished drawing on his glove, "I'm unpledged, and, to the best of my belief, I'm wholly heart free." "Look out that you keep so for two or three years more, then," laughed Dick, and Holmes, nodding lightly, strode away.
Despite the hop, there were some visitors in camp that evening.
Dick was presently invited over to join a group that was entertaining three college boys who had dropped off at West Point for two or three days.
Greg spent an hour or so at the hop.

He was introduced to Miss Wilton, a pretty, black-eyed little girl, and danced one number with her.

He presently secured another partner.

But too many of the cadets were "stagging it" that night.