"What are you now?" Tom asked eagerly. "A general, or only a colonel?"
"Nothing but a shavetail," laughed Dick. "Shavetail is the army nickname
for a second lieutenant."
"I've got to join my regiment, the Thirty-fourth Infantry, out in Colorado
very soon," continued Prescott. "But I came down here to spend a few days
with you, if you can stand me."
"If we can stand you!" chuckled Tom, patting his old high school chum on
the back. "Say, where's Greg?"
Greg Holmes had been another member of Dick & Co., and Dick's chum and
comrade at West Point.
"Well, you see," laughed Lieutenant Prescott, "Greg has been falling in
love with six girls a year regularly ever since he entered West Point.
Now that he's in the army he has started in to increase the yearly
average. He's visiting a Miss Deering, who lives near Chicago."
"Greg's likely never to marry," wisely remarked Tom. "These fellows who
catch a new love fever every few weeks always end up by finding that no
girl wants them. But say, Dick you hardly look the soldier."
"Why not?"
"Well, one would expect to see an army officer in uniform, you know."
"An officer rarely travels in uniform, unless on duty with troops,"
explained Dick.
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