"I believe I'll get out for a while," replied Greg. "I---I really
want to think a little while."
"Oh, I'll go, if you say so," volunteered Cadet Haynes, though
without offering to rise.
"Not necessary," replied Greg briefly, and stepped over to the
door, which he next closed---from the outside.
"Your roommate cocky?" asked Haynes, with a short laugh.
"Holmes!" inquired Dick. "One of the best fellows in the world."
"Guess he didn't want visitors, then," grinned: Haynes. "He's
a chump to bone hard all the time. Really, Prescott, you don't
get any further with an excess of boning."
"I always try to get as high in my class as I can," sighed Dick.
"True, that has never been extremely high yet. But a fellow
wants to be well up, so he can spare a few numbers, in case anything
happens, you know."
"I'd just as soon be anywhere above the three fellows at the bottom
of the Glass," replied Haynes, stifling another yawn.
"Well, I hope you at least attain to your ambitions in the matter,"
replied Dick, regretfully eyeing two of his text-books that he
wanted to dig into in turn. There was not a heap of study time
left now, before the call came for supper formation.
"My ambitions run along different lines," announced Haynes.
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