"Aw, tear that down, Toots, you imitation brigadier general you!" called another youth.
"Sure. We don't want to tog up until the first of the week," added another. "Swallow that, Toots, and tell the commandant you lost it."
"Orders is orders," said Toots firmly, hammering in the last tack, and leaving the hall.
The afternoon was spent in assigning the new cadets to their classes, and arranging for the courses of study. They were told that formal drills would not begin until Monday, this being Thursday, nor would any recitations be heard until then.
After supper, or dinner as it was called at the academy, the new boys strolled about in little groups, Dick and his five friends keeping together.
"I wonder where all the older cadets are?" said Dick, as he looked about, and noticed that none was in sight.
"That's so, they have disappeared," added Lyndon Butler. "I wonder what that means?"
They did not have long to wait for an answer. A figure slid up to Dick, and, almost without turning he knew it to be Will. The silent youth spoke but one word:
"Hazing!"
Then he walked away as silently as he had approached, and Dick turned to his companions.
"I guess they're getting ready to haze us freshmen," he remarked.
"I thought they didn't haze here," said 'Gene
