quizzed Hazelton.

"Just as much, and always will be," Dick nodded, beaming.

"I can't share your enthusiasm," laughed Hazelton. "We've seen
the Army in the West, and they're a lazy, little-account lot."

Instead of getting angry, however, Dick and Greg laughed outright.

"I wish we had you at West Point for forty-eight hours, right
in barracks and Academic Building," declared Greg, his eyes dancing.
"Whew! But you'd be able to view real world from a new angle!"

"Oh, maybe at West Point," nodded Hazelton teasingly. "But afterwards,
in the Army, it's just one dream of indolence."

"Well, what do the Army officers actually do, out your ways"
challenged Greg.

"Why, they---well, they-----"

"You don't know a blessed thing about it, do you?" dared Greg.
"I thought not. You see, we do know something about what Army
officers do with their time. That's what we're learning at West
Point."

"Don't let's fight," pleaded Tom pathetically. "Fellows, we may
never meet again. Before another year rolls around Hazelton and
I may have been scalped and burned by the Apaches, and you fellows
may have died at West Point, from nervous prostration brought