town seems like a heaven of coolness after the baked-brown alkali
deserts of Arizona."

"Double orders for each one of us," explained Harry, after the
quartette of one time High School chums had seated themselves under
a buzzing fan.

Now, the chums of old days had time to look each other over more
closely.

Tom and Harry were taller than in the old High School days, but
they had not quite reached the height of Dick and Greg. Both
of the young civil engineers, besides being heavily bronzed, were
thin and sinewy looking. Thin as they were, both looked the pictures
of health. Though Tom and Harry did not "advertise" their tailors
as well as did the two West Point cadets, nevertheless the pair
of young civil engineers looked prosperous. They had the general
air of being the kind of young men who are destined to succeed
splendidly in life.

Before the ice cream---the first double order, that is---reached
the table, all of the young men were plunged into stories of their
adventures during the last two years. Readers of these two series
are familiar with the adventures that the young men discussed.

"You've been getting a heap more excitement out of life, you two,"
Prescott admitted frankly. "Still, from my point of view, I
wouldn't swap with you."

"Just as bughouse on West Point and the Army as ever, are you?"