said Dick, not caring to go into particulars, and tell what a mean trick Guy, in company with Simon Scardale, had once played on him.
"So he says. He speaks very highly of you. I've known him for some time. He and I used to be quite chummy. But I had no idea you and he lived in the same town, until he spoke of it in his letter. He mentioned that you attended this academy, and asked if I was acquainted with you. I wrote back and said that I was."
Dick looked rather surprised at this, as well he might, for, beyond a mere nod, Glen had never shown that he knew him.
"I don't suppose I am as well acquainted with you as I might be," went on the young "sport," calmly, "and that's my fault. I've been so busy attending to my studies, that I haven't had much time for social calls."
Neither had many of the other cadets, Dick thought bitterly.
"But I'll make amends now," went on Glen. "I want to get to know you better, because we both have the same friend in Guy Fletcher."
Dick didn't think it worth while to state that Guy was no particular friend of his, since certain happenings told of in the first volume of this series. But Glen continued:
"I wish you'd come to a little spread I'm giving to-night. Just a small affair for some of the freshmen."
