“The new cadets; the youngest class at the Academy,” Hal replied.
“What do they do to the plebe?” Eph wanted to know.
“I guess the only way you could find that out, Eph, would be to join the plebe class.”
“Reckon, when I come to Annapolis, I'll enter the class above the plebe,” retorted Somers.
The three submarine boys had again approached the cadet barracks building.
“Here comes a cadet now, Eph,” whispered Jack. “If he has the time, I don't doubt he'd be glad to answer any questions you may have for him.”
Young Benson offered this suggestion in a [pg 115] spirit of mischief, hoping the approaching cadet, when questioned, would resent it stiffly. Then Eph would be almost certain to flare up.
The cadet, however, suddenly turned, coming straight toward them, smiling.
“Good evening, gentlemen,” was the cadet's greeting.
“Good evening,” was Jack's hearty reply.