"Yes, sir; captain of our football team last fall."
"You look it," nodded Lieutenant Herman pleasantly. "Take your blanket, Mr. Prescott. Orderly, call the next man."
As Dick strode back where he had left the others he heard the orderly call:
"Mr. Holmes."
"Go to it, old man. There's nothing to be afraid of," whispered
Dick Prescott.
"They got through with you in mighty quick time," smiled one of the other candidates.
"Did they?" laughed Prescott. "It seemed to me as though the surgeons started yesterday and finished to-morrow."
Mr. Geroldstone had finished dressing and sat by, a sulky look on his face. He wanted to go back to cadet store, get his money and leave West Point instantly. But the orderly had told him he would have to wait until a report had been made out to the adjutant.
To Dick the minutes dragged until Greg Holmes appeared again. Truth to tell, Greg was much afraid that he had a slight trouble with his heart, and that this difficulty would hinder his passing. Dick, who was aware of his chum's dread, was anxious for Holmes. As soon as he had finished dressing he found himself pacing the floor.
It was quite a while ere Greg came out, but his quiet, happy smile told the story.