CADET DODGE HEARS SOMETHING It was an embarrassing position.

So, at least, thought Laura Bentley.
"Let us walk on," she suggested, turning as though she had not seen Dodge.
"Humph!" muttered Dodge, turning his own course.

"The girls are showing their backs to me.

Humph! Not that I care about them particularly, but folks back in Gridley will be asking them if they saw me, and they'll answer that they didn't speak with me.
There's no use in running into a snub, out here in the open.
But it's easy! I'll stag it at the hop tonight, and I can get within range before they can signal me to keep away." Smiling grimly, Dodge went to his tent.
After a while it was necessary for Dick and Greg to take their friends back to the hotel, for the cadets must be on hand punctually for supper formation.
"Mr.Anstey and I will call for you at 7:30, if we may," said Dick.
"We shall be ready," Laura promised.

"And that we may not keep you waiting, we'll be down on the veranda." And waiting they were.