CHAPTER VII.
THE FOLKS FROM HOME Two tall, superbly erect young men, showing the soldier in every line of bearing, stepped jauntily along the road leading to the hotel just before five o'clock.
Each wore the fatigue cap of the cadet, the trim gray, black-trimmed blouse of the cadet uniform.

Their white duck trousers were the spooniest as to spotlessness and crease.
Dick and Greg went straight to the hotel office.
"The register, please," asked Prescott, for the clerk's back was turned over some work that he was doing.
This was not a request for the hotel register but for the cadet register.

Understanding, the clerk turned and passed a small book known as the cadet register.

He opened it to the page for the day, while Prescott was reaching for a pen.
In this register both young men inscribed their names.

Each had secured permission from the O.C.to visit the hotel.