In his generousness it never occurred to him that Glen had cultivated his acquaintance merely that he might borrow money from him. Dick was awakened by the clear, sweet notes of the bugle sounding reveille. He and Paul jumped out of bed, and were soon in their uniforms. Then they got their room in order for police inspection, which, on some days, was made while they were at breakfast. This was one of those occasions. "There, I guess they can't find any fault with that," observed Dick, as he and his roommate, putting the finishing touches to their apartment, descended to form in line to march to the mess hall. Dick was leaving the table, to attend chapel, when Cadet Captain Naylor, who was in charge of the police inspection, tapped him on the shoulder. "Hamilton, report to Major Rockford," he said curtly. "To Major Rockford? What for?" "Room out of order." "Room out of order?" Dick knew that he and Paul had left their apartment in perfect trim. But Captain Naylor did not answer, and Dick, with a heavy heart, started for the commandant's office. It was the first time he had been made to report for a breach of discipline of this sort. CHAPTER XVIII A DISMAL CHRISTMAS "You are reported as not having your room in order, Hamilton," began Major Rockford, as Dick entered. "I don't see how that can be, sir," replied Dick, saluting. "When Paul Drew and I left it for breakfast it was in order." "Drew's side is yet, but your bureau is stated by Captain Naylor to be in great disorder." "I--I left it in order, sir." "Very well, we will go and take a look at it." Accompanied by the commandant, Dick went to his apartment. To his surprise his neat bureau was in great disorder, the objects on it being scattered all about. "Well?" asked Major Rockford. "Some one--some one must have been in here, sir," said Dick. "Ha! Do you wish to accuse any one?" Dick went closer to his bureau. Something on it caught his eye. It was a note written in pencil. It read: "DEAR HAMILTON: I am awfully sick this morning. I lost that twenty-five you loaned me. Can you let me have some more? I called but you were out, so I wrote this note here. Please let me have the money. "RUSSELL GLEN." Then Dick understood. Glen, suffering from the effects of his dissipation the night before, had called at the room after our hero and Paul had left to go to breakfast. In writing the note Glen had, probably unthinkingly, disarranged the things on Dick's bureau, where he wrote and left the missive. Then he had gone away, and, Captain Naylor, on police inspection, had seen the disorder, and reported Dick. "Do you wish to accuse any one?" went on Major Rockford.