been frosty. Here, at this more southern port, the October night was
balmy, wholly pleasant.

“I wonder if these cadets here ever have any real fun?” questioned Eph
Somers.

“I’ve heard—or read—that they do,” laughed Hal.

“What sort of fun?”

“Well, for one thing, the cadets of the upper classes haze the plebe
cadets a good deal.”

“Humph! That’s fun for all but the plebes. Who are the plebes, anyway?”

“The new cadets; the youngest class at the Academy,” Hal replied.

“What do they do to the plebe?” Eph wanted to know.

“I guess the only way you could find that out, Eph, would be to join the
plebe class.”

“Reckon, when I come to Annapolis, I’ll enter the class above the plebe,”
retorted Somers.

The three submarine boys had again approached the cadet barracks building.

“Here comes a cadet now, Eph,” whispered Jack. “If he has the time, I
don’t doubt he’d be glad to answer any questions you may have for him.”