"I don't suppose I am as well acquainted with you as I might be," went on the young "sport," calmly, "and that's my fault. I've been so busy attending to my studies, that I haven't had much time for social calls."
Neither had many of the other cadets, Dick thought bitterly.
"But I'll make amends now," went on Glen. "I want to get to know you better, because we both have the same friend in Guy Fletcher."
Dick didn't think it worth while to state that Guy was no particular friend of his, since certain happenings told of in the first volume of this series. But Glen continued:
"I wish you'd come to a little spread I'm giving to-night. Just a small affair for some of the freshmen."
"I'll come," promised our hero, glad of the chance to meet some of his classmates informally.
"It won't be as elaborate as the one I hear you gave," went on Glen, "for I'm not a millionaire," and he laughed. "But I'll do the best I can."
At first Dick thought he was going to have a good time at the affair, for the guests, most of whom were of the "sporting" element, greeted him cordially enough. But when Glen produced several bottles of beer, and some cigars, Dick felt uneasy.
It was an offense, calling for severe punishment, to have intoxicants or tobacco in the academy, and Dick realized that discovery might come any moment. Still, he did not want to bring upon himself ridicule, and perhaps anger, by leaving.
"Have some beer, Hamilton," urged Glen.