IN THE HANDS OF THE YEARLING HAZERS
CHAPTER VII. A SUDDEN GRIND AT MATH
CHAPTER VIII. DICK BONES TROUBLE
CHAPTER IX. PLEBE PRESCOTT'S FIRST FIGHT
CHAPTER X. THE "BEAST" WHO SCORED
CHAPTER XI. HOW CADET DODGE HELD POST NUMBER THREE
CHAPTER XII. PRESCOTT GETS NUMBER THREE
CHAPTER XIII. THE SENTRY MAKES A CAPTURE
CHAPTER XIV. POOR GREG CAN'T EXPLAIN
CHAPTER XV. GREG OVERHEARS A PRETTY GIRL'S TRIBUTE
CHAPTER XVI. TAPS SOUNDS ON SUMMER
CHAPTER XVII. MR. DODGE GOES CANVASSING
CHAPTER XVIII. THE PLEBE CLASS CHOOSES ITS PRESIDENT
CHAPTER XIX. THE PROWLER IN QUARTERS
CHAPTER XX. CONCLUSION
DICK PRESCOTT'S FIRST YEAR AT WEST POINT
CHAPTER I
"TWO TINY SPECKS OF NOTHING"
"How do you feel, Dick! As spruce as you did an hour ago!"
Candidate Greg Holmes put the question with a half-nervous
laugh. He spoke in a whisper, too, as if to keep his agitation from
reaching the notice of any of the score or more of other young men
in the room of Mr. Ward, the aged notary at West Point.
"I'll be glad when I see some daylight through the proceedings,"
Dick Prescott whispered in answer.
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