Sorely puzzled over the conduct of those whom he hoped would be his friends, Dick got into a boat, and went out for a solitary row. He wanted to be alone and think. "It's queer they should treat me that way," he mused. "I'm sure I don't make any fuss about my money. Maybe they are afraid I'll try to, and they're taking no chances. But they ought to give a fellow a show first." After rowing about for an hour Dick felt better. He resolved not to force his friendship on the students, but to let matters take their course. He had expected a little "stand-offishness" on the part of the older cadets, who were always, more or less, inclined to be on their dignity with freshmen. "Well, I'll wait until some new fellows arrive," thought Dick. "I guess I can make friends with them." When he returned to shore he found that many more students had come in, the next day marking the opening of the term. Among the lads were a number of new cadets, as Dick could easily tell by their bashful, diffident manners. He felt that he had somewhat the advantage of them, for he had been at the place more than a week. "Still, my only acquaintances, outside of the teachers are William the Silent, Toots and the hostler," he reflected. There was a notice posted on the campus bulletin board to the effect that all new students were to report at the south barrack. Thither Dick went, finding Captain Hayden, the head master in charge, showing the boys to their rooms. "Ah, Hamilton," called the captain, as he caught sight of Dick, "you are to room with Paul Drew, on the second floor. Room Twenty-six is yours. I think you can find your way there. Go up and take Drew with you." A tall quiet youth greeted Dick with a smile. "I'm Drew," he said. "I suppose you're Hamilton?" "What there is of me," answered the millionaire youth. "Is this your first term?" He knew it was, but he wanted to say something. "Yes. I'm from Kentucky." "I'm a York Stater. Come on and I'll show you where we bunk." The two made their way through crowds of new boys and were soon in their apartment. It was like all the others provided for the use of the students. It contained two small iron beds, and was simply furnished. "Here's where we'll be at home," observed Dick. "Have you any choice as to a bed?" "No, either one will suit me." "All right, we'll toss up for it. Heads is the one nearest the window. You call." Dick spun a coin in the air. "Tails!" cried young Drew. "Tails it is," announced Dick. "Then I'll take the bed away from the window. It's likely to be cold in the winter." "I don't mind. I like a cool breeze now and then. But stow away your things and come on down. There's lots to see. I hope we get into our uniforms soon. You've got yours, haven't you?" "Yes," replied Dick's roommate. Dick had been provided with the necessary dress uniform before leaving home, and he was anxious to don it. The other uniforms were to be obtained at the academy.