"It'll seem just like good old Gridley High School days," repeated
Greg.
"Yes," smiled Dick darkly, "with the same rascal, Bert Dodge, to keep my thoughts going."
"Dodge won't be in the game, anyway."
"He wasn't much in Gridley, either," smiled Dick darkly.
"Oh, well, forget him until the game is over."
Morning recitations passed off as usual. It was when the cadets came back from dinner,
First, there was a brief inspection, after which cadets, with leave to visit the West Point Hotel, or officers' homes, strolled away to meet young women friends.
"I'm due to be only a rooter today," sigh Greg, as he saw his roommate start off to the gym to meet the other members of the nine.
"Your luck may change," rejoined Dick. "You'd better go along to the gym. You're the sub. shortstop, you know, and Meacham may not be on deck. Better come along, now."
"I will, then; I wasn't going over until just before time to get into togs and sit on the bench."