The special officer in charge will give you any further
immediate orders that may be necessary."
Again saluting, Prescott wheeled with military precision and left
the adjutant's office. As he was going out Dick was passed by
Greg coming in.
For a moment Prescott waited outside until Greg had joined him.
"It would be a howling mess if we didn't have a room together
this year, old ramrod, wouldn't it?" muttered Cadet Holmes as soon
as they were clear of the administration building.
"Oh, that isn't one of our likely troubles," Dick answered. "We
asked for a room together, and second classmen generally have what
we want in that line."
On reporting to the special officer in charge, the two chums found
that they had been given quarters together. Moreover, their room
was one of the best assigned to second classman, and looked out
over the plain and parade ground.
"We ought to be jolly happy in here this year, old ramrod," predicted
Greg. "Especially as we haven't any fellow like Dodge in the class."
"Nor in the whole Military Academy," rejoined Prescott.
"I hope not," murmured Cadet Holmes thoughtfully.
Boys at boarding school would have needed at least the rest of
the day to get themselves to rights.
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