Then, one by one, the cadets returning
from the hop stepped through the company streets. At last Greg
Holmes came in.
"Still engaged, Holmesy?" asked Dick, looking up with a quizzical
smile.
"Surest thing on the post!" returned Greg, with a radiant smile.
He had the look of being a young man very much in love and utterly
happy over his good fortune.
"Going to run a light?" asked Holmes, gaping, as he swiftly disrobed.
"Yes; but I'll throw the tin can around so that the blaze won't
be in your eyes."
"It won't anyway," retorted Greg, turning down the cover of his
bed. "I'll turn my back on the glim."
The "tin can" is a device time-honored among cadets in the summer
encampment. It is merely a reflector, made of an old tin can,
that increases and concentrates the brilliancy of the candle light.
The "tin can" may also be used in such a way as to throw a large
part of a tent in semi-darkness.
Two minutes later, Greg's breathing proclaimed the fact that this
cadet was sound asleep.
Dick, stifling a yawn---for it had been a long, hard and busy
day---threw a look of envy toward his chum. Then, in uniform,
Prescott stepped out into the company street.
It was a dark, starless night; an ideal night to a plebe who wanted
to run the guard and put in some time outside of the camp limits.
Keeping as much in the shadow as he could, Prescott stepped along
until he came near one of the sentry lines.
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