"Oh, that was just fine!" cried Mabel, when the ride was over, and
the party was back at the pier. "Thank you, so much, Dick!"
"Humph! You have US to thank--not him!" declared Paul. "He
wouldn't have turned in here if we hadn't made him. And just
because his hands had a little oil on!"
"Say, don't believe him!" protested the young millionaire. "I had
proposed coming here before I knew you girls were on the dock."
"Well, we thank all THREE of you!" cried Irene, with a bow that
included the trio of cadets.
"Salute!" exclaimed Paul, and the young soldiers drew themselves up
stiffly, and, in the most approved manner taught at Kentfield,
brought their hands to their heads.
"'Bout face! Forward--march! " cried Grace, imitating an officer's
orders, and the boys, with laughs stood "at ease."
"See you at the Junior prom!"
"Yes, don't forget."
"And save me a couple of hesitation waltzes!"
"Can you come for a ride tomorrow?"
"Surely!
This last was the answer of the girls to Dick's invitation, and the
exclamations before that were the good-byes between the girls and
boys, reference being made to a coming dance of the Junior class.
Then Dick and his chums entered the motor-boat and started back for
the military academy.
"You've got to go some to get back in time to let us tog up for
guard-mount," remarked Paul, looking at his watch.
"That's right," added Innis. "I don't want to get a call-down.
I'm about up to my limit now.
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