dy."

As Anstey turned the knob, and started to go out, another cadet,
about to enter, pushed door open and stepped inside.

"Howdy fellows," was the greeting of the newcomer.

"How do you do, Haynes?" asked Dick, though not over impressed
by the newcomer.

Haynes was a former second classman, who, on account of illness
in the latter half of his third year, had been allowed to "turn
back" and join the new second class.

It often happens that a "turnback" is not extremely popular with
the new class that he joins. Not less often does it happen that
the turnback wonders at the comparative lack of esteem shown him.
The reason, however, is very likely to be found in the fact that
the turnback considers himself a mile or so above the new class
members with whom circumstances have compelled him to cast his
lot.

It was so in this instance. Haynes felt that he was, properly,
a first classman. True, the members of the first class, which
he had fallen behind, did not take that view of the case.

"You fellows busy?" asked Haynes, as he took a seat across the
foot of Prescott's cot bed.

"Oh, no more busy than cadets usually are," smiled Dick pleasantly.
"We are finding the new grind a hard one---that's all."

"Now, there's nothing very hard about the first half of the year
in this class," replied Haynes knowingly. "I've been through
it you know."

"You're lucky," rejoined Greg. "We haven't been through it---yet."

Hayes, however, chose to regard what was meant as a slight hint.

"Don't bone too hard at this first-term stuff, fellows," he went
on. "Save your energies for the second half of the academic year."

"I wonder whether we shall have any energies left by that time,"
replied Greg, opening one of his text-books in philosophy with
a force that made the cover bang against the desk.

"Oh, go ahead and bone 'sound,' then, if you want," permitted
Mr. Haynes. "I'll talk to Prescott. Old ramrod, I haven't seen
you at any of the hops this year."

"Haven't had a femme to drag," replied Dick, as he picked up a
sheet of notes and began to scan it.

"Why don't you turn pirate, then, as I do," yawned Haynes, "and
get the fellows to write you down on the cards they're making
up for their femmes?"

"I hadn't thought of that," replied Dick. "I don't believe, when
I have no femme to drag to the hops, that it would make me any
more popular with the fellows, either. A fellow who pirates at
all should drag a spo