In the morning the cadet battalion marched
back into barracks, and on the morning after that the daily grind
began in the grim old academic building.
Cadets Prescott and Holmes were thus fairly started on their
third year at West Point. There was a tremendous grind ahead
of them, the very grind was becoming vastly easier, two years
of the hard life at West Point taught them how to study.
CHAPTER X
THE SCHEME OF THE TURNBACK
"I must be getting back to my room," murmured Anstey. "I haven't
had a demerit so far this year, and I don't want to begin."
"If you must go, all right," replied Dick, though he added, with
undoubted heartiness:
"Whether in or out of proper hours, Anstey, your visits are always
too short."
"Thank you, old man," replied the Virginian gratefully.
The time had worn along into October. During the first month
of academic work, neither Dick nor Greg had stood as high in their
class as they had wished. This is often the case with new second
classmen, who have just returned from all the allurements and
excitements of their furloughs.
"Are you studying very hard, Anstey?" asked Greg, turning around,
as the Virginian entered the door.
"Not very," drawled the Virginian.
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