wellest-fitting uniforms that any tailor around here can turn out."

Greg, who had managed to breathe naturally for the last minute,
now struggled with another of his purple-faced paroxysms.

"I didn't think to ask who my tailor was," Prescott replied quickly.
"In fact, I don't think I would have been told if I had asked. You
see, every cadet here has to take just what clothes are issued to him
at the cadet store. That's the rule for all cadets here."

"Do you mean to tell me that I've got to wear 'hand-me-downs'?"
demanded Bert Dodge angrily. "Save that sort of stuff for fellows
who'll believe it."

It was plain that, if Bert Dodge had dropped in with any intention
of being neighborly and from-home, he had rapidly forgotten his
plan.

Neither Dick nor Greg had any reason for being fond of the fellow,
even if he had once been a schoolmate at Gridley High School. Bert,
son of Theodore Dodge, a Gridley banker, was an unpardonable
snob. Readers of the High School Boys Series will recall how Bert had
been one of the leaders in the "sorehead" secession from the football
ranks at Gridley High School. That movement failing in its purpose,
Bert had afterwards provoked Dick Prescott into striking him, and had
then had Dick arrested for assault. The suit had failed, and Bert was
rebuked by the court. Much more of the feud that young Dodge had
attempted to wage upon Prescott and his High School chums was fully
narrated in "THE HIGH SCHOOL LEFT END."

It was nearly a year since Bert had seen either of these chums. That
he had entered their room in cadet barracks full of the purpose of
impressing them with his new importance was at once plain.

Dick was just beginning to find the atmosphere oppressive when
the door was pushed quickly open after the faintest suggestion of a
knock.

The newcomers were Cadets Pratt and Judson of the yearling class,
known already among the plebes as two of the worst hazers.

"Attention!" hissed Pratt, as he strode into the room.

Neither of the visitors being a cadet officer, Dick and Greg were
not obliged to stand at attention.

However, neither new plebe was foolish enough to argue the
matter. Dick and Greg took the pose ordered and at once.

"Mister," demanded Pratt, turning upon Dick, "what is this cit.
(citizen) doing in barracks?"

"Mr. Dodge is a candidate, sir, quartered in this building, and he
took it into his head to visit us."

"What are you doing on that chair, Candy?" dem