XX. In Cadet Hospital
XXI. The Man Moving in a Dark Room
XXII. The Row in the Riding Detachment
XXIII. The Degree of "Coventry"
XXIV. Conclusion




CHAPTER I

ON FURLOUGH IN THE OLD HOME TOWN


"My son, Richard. He is home on his furlough from the Military
Academy at West Point."

Words would fail in describing motherly pride with which Mrs.
Prescott introduced her son to Mrs. Davidson, wife of the new
pastor.

"I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Prescott," said Mrs. Davidson,
looking up, for up she had to glance in order to see the face of
this tall, distinguished-looking cadet.

Dick Prescott's return bow was made with the utmost grace, yet
without affectation. His natty straw hat he held in his right
hand, close to his breast.

Mrs. Davidson was a sensible and motherly woman, who wished to