The others were two young cadets named Joe Davis and Harry Moss.
On the table in the center of the room stood a platter of chicken sandwiches and also several bottles containing beer and wine, and a box of cigars.

Evidently all of the crowd had been eating and drinking, and now several were filling the apartment with tobacco smoke.
"Come, smoke up, Moss," cried Lew Flapp, shoving the box of cigars toward one of the younger cadets.

"Don't be afraid.

It won't kill you." "Thank you, Flapp, but I--I guess I won't to-night," pleaded Harry Moss, whose face was strangely flushed.
"Why not ?" "I--I--don't feel well.

The drinking has made me feel sick." "Oh, nonsense! Here, take this cigar and smoke up.