"Oh, I'll go, if you say so," volunteered Cadet Haynes, though without offering to rise.
"Not necessary," replied Greg briefly, and stepped over to the door, which he next closed—-from the outside.
"Your roommate cocky?" asked Haynes, with a short laugh.
"Holmes!" inquired Dick. "One of the best fellows in the world."
"Guess he didn't want visitors, then," grinned: Haynes. "He's a chump to bone hard all the time. Really, Prescott, you don't get any further with an excess of boning."
"I always try to get as high in my class as I can," sighed Dick. "True, that has never been extremely high yet. But a fellow wants to be well up, so he can spare a few numbers, in case anything happens, you know."
"I'd just as soon be anywhere above the three fellows at the bottom of the Glass," replied Haynes, stifling another yawn.
"Well, I hope you at least attain to your ambitions in the matter," replied Dick, regretfully eyeing two of his text-books that he wanted to dig into in turn. There was not a heap of study time left now, before the call came for supper formation.
"My ambitions run along different lines," announced Haynes.
"Along different lines than class standing?" inquired Dick.