We shall arrive late on the afternoon on-----" As Dick read the date, he gave a start.
"Why, they'll be here tomorrow afternoon," throbbed Prescott.
Then and there Prescott stood up in the low-ceilinged tent and tossed his campaign hat up to the ridgepole.

That piece of headgear didn't have far to travel, but Dick accompanied it with an "hurrah!" uttered almost under his breath.
"Won't Greg be the tickled boy!" murmured Prescott; joyously.
"Some one from home---and folks that we both like!" Presently some of the drill squads returned to camp.

Greg and Anstey came in, warm and curious.
"Did you get into any trouble with the O.C., old ramrod ?" questioned Anstey in his soft voice.
"I don't believe I did," Dick answered.
Anstey nodded his congratulations.
"Greg, old fellow, guess what's going to happen soon ?" demanded Prescott.
"I'd rather you'd tell me." "Folks from home! Mrs.Bentley, Laura and Belle Meade will be here late tomorrow afternoon! "Great!" admitted Cadet Holmes, but to Dick's ear his chum's enthusiasm seemed perfunctory.
"We'll drag femmes to the hop tomorrow night, eh, Greg ?" "Anything on earth that you say, old ramrod," agreed Holmes placidly, then stepped out of his tent to visit across the way.
"Spoony femmes ?" inquired Anstey.
"Spooniest ever!" Dick declared.
"L.P. ?" "Not on your coming shoulder-straps!" retorted Prescott, an eager look in his eyes.

"And say, Anstey, you're going to the hop tomorrow night, aren't you?
"Hadn't thought so," replied the other quietly.
"Anything else on ?" "Nothing particular." "Then be at the hop, Anstey, old bunkie--do! I want you to meet both the young ladies, and dance at least a couple of numbers with each." "I reckon I'd go through fire or water for you, or Holmesy," murmured the Virginian quietly.
"Oh, it isn't going to be anything like such an ordeal as that," laughed Dick happily.

"Just wait until you've seen the young ladies.