Across the room Tom was snoring placidly, both arms clutched about a pillow and his face almost buried from sight.

Steve envied him his untroubled state of mind.

Then he began to go over what he had learned the evening before and found himself in a condition of panic because for the life of him he couldn't remember half of the stuff that had been hammered into his tired brain! Steve was not the only fellow at training table that morning who showed a distaste for the excellent breakfast that was served.

More than one chap looked pale and anxious and only trifled with the food before him.

Steve stumbled through recitations, earning a warning look from "Uncle Sim," managed to observe more or less faithfully the schedule he had set for himself and turned up at dinner table with a very good appetite.