"Oh, you look good enough; come on!" exclaimed Paul Drew to Dick, as the latter was surveying his uniform in a small glass in their room that night, just before the time set for the farewell supper. "This isn't a fancy dress ball, and there aren't going to be any girls at it. Don't primp!" "I'm not primping, but the tailor made this coat too tight, and I'm afraid if I reach across the table I'll split it down the middle." "Which, the table or the coat?" "Both," retorted Dick, and then, to test the garment, he stretched out his arms. There was an ominous ripping sound, and he hastily threw back his shoulders in alarm. "What did I tell you?" he asked, reproachfully. "Don't stretch; that's all," advised Paul. "But come on if you're coming." They descended to the improvised banquet hall. The place was tastefully arranged, except that Toots had taken the cut flowers Dick had ordered--a mass of roses, pinks and smilax--and stuck them into a big water pitcher in the centre of the table. "Oh, wow! See that!" cried Dick. "It looks like a boarding-house hash-foundry! Here, Paul, help me scatter the posies more artistically. They remind me of a cabbage-head at a county fair; but Toots meant all right." The two cadets soon had made several bouquets of the flowers, and set them in different places on the table, producing a much more artistic effect. Then Dick stepped back to admire it. "I smell grub!" cried a voice outside. "Hash and baked beans!" added another. "Pickled pigs' feet!" was a third contribution. "If I can't have quail on toast, stuffed with horse chestnuts and snowballs I'll not play!" howled a fourth. "Here they come," said Paul, significantly. "I hear 'em," replied Dick, with a grin. The door flew open, and in rushed a crowd of the cadets of Dick's company. At the sight of their captain, they stopped momentarily, and several hands rose in salute. "Drop it!" cried Dick, warningly. "We're here to have fun. The book of rules and military tactics has been burned at the stake. We're all alike, now." "That is, we're all hungry," added Perkins, with a laugh. "Say, but this is going some; eh, fellows?" "Talk about a grand spread!" exclaimed Ball. "This puts it all over anything I've been to since my sister had a surprise party." "Glad you like it," remarked Dick, simply. To do him credit the banquet was really quite an elaborate affair, and he had spared no money to have it just as his cultured taste told him it should be, even if it were an informal affair. More cadets came piling in, laughing and shouting, until the room was filled. "Sit down, fellows," invited Dick, and when they were in their chairs he gave orders to the caterer's men to serve the spread. From then on there was heard the clatter of knives, forks and spoons, the rattle of dishes mingling with the talk and laughter of the guests. "Dick, you've got to make a speech!" shouted Perkins. "Tell us how we won the medal."