"Yes," nodded Dick. "And now I'll show you another easy one,
belonging to descriptive geometry."

The two young engineers looked on and listened for a few moments.

"Stop!" commanded Hazelton, at last. "My head is beginning to
buzz!"

"If that's the sort of gibberish you have to learn, I'm more than
ever glad that I didn't go to West Point," proclaimed Reade.

The old-time chums had eaten their fill of ice cream some time
before, but they still sat about the table, chatting gayly.

"There's one thing you never really told us about in your letters,"
muttered Tom. "You wrote us that Bert Dodge had resigned from
the Military Academy, but you didn't tell us why. Now, that fellow,
Dodge, never gave up anything good that he didn't have to give
up. Was he kicked out of the Academy?"

"That story isn't known in Gridley," replied Prescott, lowering
his voice. "Dodge tells people that he left because he didn't
like the crowd or the life there. We haven't changed the story
any since our return. We'll tell you fellows, for we never used
to have any secrets from you in the old days. But you mustn't
pass the yarn around."

"No," grimaced Greg. "You mustn't tell the story around. Dodge
has threatened to have us imprisoned for life, for criminal libel,