Not even to his chum did Greg confide whether Miss Griffin had
caught his heart. Mr. Griffin, her brother, could hardly venture
a guess to himself as to whether his sister cared for the tall
and manly looking Holmes.

But when Miss Griffin had reached the end of her last summer visit
to West Point she told Greg that she would not be there again for
some time to come.

"At least," asked Greg, "you'll be here again when the winter
hops start?"

"I cannot say," was all the reply Miss Adele Griffin would make.

"In three weeks she goes back to the seminary in Virginia," said
Griff, when Greg spoke to him about the matter. "Dell won't see
West Point before next summer. Our people are not rich enough
to keep Dell traveling all the time."

Whether Greg was crestfallen at the news no one knew. Greg had
never believed, anyway, in wearing his heart on his sleeve---"just
for other folks to stick pins in it, you know," was his explanation.

There came the day when the furloughed second class marched over
to camp. Very quickly after that all classes were back in cadet
barracks, and the charming summer of Mars had given place to the
hard fall, winter and spring of the academic grind.

The return to studies found both Greg and Dick forced to do some
extra hard work. Mathematics for this year went "miles ahead"