"Great!" admitted Cadet Holmes, but to Dick's ear his chum's enthusiasm seemed perfunctory.
"We'll drag femmes to the hop tomorrow night, eh, Greg?"
"Anything on earth that you say, old ramrod," agreed Holmes placidly, then stepped out of his tent to visit across the way.
"Spoony femmes?" inquired Anstey.
"Spooniest ever!" Dick declared.
"L.P.?"
"Not on your coming shoulder-straps!" retorted Prescott, an eager look in his eyes. "And say, Anstey, you're going to the hop tomorrow night, aren't you?
"Hadn't thought so," replied the other quietly.
"Anything else on?"
"Nothing particular."