"
There was an almost imperceptible catch in Dick Prescott's voice.
He was thinking of Laura Bentley as the one for whom he had hoped
to do all his best things in life.
"I don't know but you're right, old fellow. But it's fearfully
hard to decide such a matter off-hand," returned Greg. His own
voice broke. For some moments Holmes sat in moody silence.
At last he reached out a hand, resting it on Dick's arm.
"If you get out, old ramrod, it's the outs for me on the same day."
"Greg!"
"Oh, that's all right," retorted Cadet Holmes, trying to force
a cheery ring into his voice. "If you can't get through and live
under the colors, Dick, I don't want to!"
"But Greg, old fellow, you mustn't look at it that way. You have
had three years of training here at the nation's expense. It will
soon be four. You owe your country some return for this magnificent
training."
"How about you, then?" asked Holmes, regarding his friend quizzically.
"Me? I'd stay under the colors, and give up my life for the country
and the Army, if my comrades would have it. But if they won't, then
it's for the best interests of the service that I get out, Greg."
"Well, talk yourself blind, if it will give you any relief. But
post this information up on your inside bulletin board: When you
quit the service, old ramrod, it will be 'good-bye' for little
Holmesy!"
CHAPTER VI
TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO THE GIRLS
Breakfast, the next morning, was a repetition of what had happened
the night before.
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