"I wonder if that fellow will pass," cried Greg wonderingly.
"Oh, I rather think he'll make it easily," replied Dick, seating himself at his own desk. "Bert wasn't a fool at his studies. He spent more than three years at Gridley High School, and since then has had a school year and a half at one of the finest prep. schools in the country. Oh, I guess he'll get through all right."
"So we've got to have him here for a comrade!" sighed Greg disgustedly, as he picked up his text-book on English.
CHAPTER V
CANDIDATE DODGE IS CRITICAL
Both cadets had studied for ten minutes perhaps, when a knock sounded at their door.
The very unusualness of this caused both youngsters to look around, then at each other.
Had it been any cadet officer making an inspection—as was likely to happen at any minute of the waking day—he would have come straight into the room. And any other cadet, after knocking, would have followed this by opening the door and stepping inside.
Rap-rap! sounded again.
"Oh, come in," called Dick.