When you hear the order for candidates to turn
out, obey without an instant's delay."
With that the corporal was gone, leaving the chums to gaze
wonderingly about their new quarters.
Luxury? Not a bit of it. The room was severely plain. At one end
was a double alcove, separated by a wall. In each alcove stood a
bare-looking iron bedstead. There were two washbowls, two
chairs and two desks that looked as though they had served the
needs of generations of cadets. There was a window that looked
out on the quadrangular area of barracks.
"Well, we're actually here, anyway," breathed Dick, his eyes
sparkling. "We're living in cadet barracks, and we're halfway
through the ordeal of becoming new cadets at the wonderful old
United States Military Academy!"
CHAPTER II
THE TYRANNY OF THE CADET CORPORAL
Dick hung up his coat and hat, and Greg did the same, for the
heat was turned on and the room wholly comfortable as to
temperature.
"I've heard," murmured Greg, "that fellows usually get most
woefully homesick at West Point."
"Then they've no business to come here," retorted Prescott, with
spirit.
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