"How are you, Prescott?" called Bert. "How is good old West Point?
And you, Holmes---how are you?"

Dodge held out his hand with all the effrontery of which he was
capable.

Turning, Dick gave the sneak only a cold, steady look.




CHAPTER II

BRASS MEETS GOLD


Neither Dick nor Greg took the trouble to answer the greeting.
Dodge's outstretched hand both cadets affected not to see.

As it happened, few of the others present noted this brief little
scene.

A natural break in the crowd left Dick alone for the moment, with
Holmes standing not far away and looking coldly in the direction
of the ex-cadet, yet not appearing to see him at all.

"Well, what's the matter?" hissed Dodge in an undertone that the
other guests did not hear. "Are you going to make a fool of
yourself, Prescott?"