"Any idea what arm of the service you're going to choose?" asked
Dan presently.
"I believe I'll do better to wait and see what my class standing is at graduation," laughed Greg. "That is the thing that settles how much choice I'm to have in the matter of arm of the service."
"Any liking for heavy artillery?" asked Dan.
"Not a whit. Cavalry or infantry for mine."
"Not the engineers?"
"Only the honor men of the class can get into the engineers," grunted Greg. "Neither Dick nor I stand any show to be honor men. We feel lucky enough to get through the course and graduate at all."
Dick and Dave, too, were talking earnestly about the future, though now and then a word was dropped about the good old past, as described in the High School Boys' Series.
Ten minutes before the train time two chums in Army gray and two in Navy blue reached the platform of the railway station. The other middies were there ahead of them. In the time that was left Dick and Greg were hastily introduced to the other middies. A few jolly words there were, but the other members of the Army nine and still other cadets were on hand, and so the talk was general.
Amid noisy, heartfelt cheering the middy delegation climbed aboard the incoming train. Amid more cheers their train bore them away and then some sixty West Point cadets climbed the long, steep road, next hastening on to be in time for supper formation.
For the members of the first class West Point athletics had now become a matter of history only!