on by overeating and lack of exercise. So let's be good friends
during the little time that we may have together."

"When you get time," put in Dick dryly, "you might as well tell
us when you reached Gridley."

"After ten o'clock last night," supplied Harry. "Of course, we
had to go home first. But this morning we set out to find you.
We knew, of course, that any place would be likelier than your homes,
so we tried Main Street first."

"Many folks were glad to see you?" asked Tom.

"Too many," sighed Dick. "That remark doesn't apply to any old
friends, but there are a good many who always turned up their
noses at us in the old days. Now, just because we're cadets,
and because half-baked Army officers are supposed to be somebody
in the social world, Greg and I are getting so much social mail
that we fear we shall have to hire a secretary for the summer."

"Nobody will bother _us_, I guess," grimaced Tom. "Most people
here probably think that, because we're engineers, we run locomotives.
That's what the word 'engineer' suggests to ignoramuses. Now,
the man who runs a locomotive should properly be called an
engine-tender, or engineman, while it's the fellow who surveys and
bosses the building of a railroad that is the engineer. You get a
smattering of engineering work at West Point, don't you?"

"We've been at math. and drawing, so far," Dick explained. "That
all leads up to the engineering instruction that we shall have to