"As they come from home, old ramrod, I should think you and Holmesy
would want them all to yourselves."

"But don't you understand, you uncivilized being," demanded Dick,
chuckling, "that we can't dance all the numbers with the girls?
It would be a slight on the girls if only two men wanted to dance
with them. Besides, we want to show them all that's best about
West Point. We want them to meet as many as possible the very
best fellows that are here."

"My deepest thanks, suh, for the compliment," replied Anstey,
with a deep bow.

"Well, that describes you, doesn't it?" demanded Dick. "We want
these girls to carry away with them the finest impression possible
of good old West Point!"

When evening came, and Prescott and Holmes strolled through camp,
listening to the band concert, Dick wanted to talk all the time
about the coming visit of the girls. Greg answered, though it
struck his chum that Holmes was merely politely enthusiastic.

"Say, Dick," whispered Greg presently, with far greater enthusiasm
than he had been displaying, "look at that black-eyed, perfectly
tinted little doll that is walking with Griffin!

"Stroll around and meet them face to face presently, then," grinned
Dick. "Griff won't mind."

"The deuce he won't" growled Greg. "I'd have a scrap on my hands,