"Keep
your places in the line, young gentlemen, and keep moving right
along."
So they reached the cadet hospital. The orderly marched them into
a spacious, almost bare room on the ground floor and announced:
"I will report to the surgeon. Young gentlemen, wait until you are
called."
"I wish I could carry myself and step the way that fellow does,"
whispered Dick, his admiring gaze following the retreating
orderly.
"Well, that's what we've come here to learn," replied Greg. "That
is, if we get by the doctors--and then the beastly academic grind."
Now, to keep his mind occupied, Dick Prescott fell to observing,
covertly, the other candidates.
These were of all sorts and sizes. They represented all parts of the
United States and every walk in social life. Out of the group were
two or three who, judging by their clothing, might have been sons
of washerwomen. There were other youngsters whose general
appearance and bearing seemed to proclaim that they came from
homes of wealth. But the majority of the young men appeared to
have come from the same walk in life as did Dick and Greg.
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