"Why, hang you, you-----"

"You'd better hush for a moment," warned Prescott. "Here comes
the corps adjutant, and I think he is looking for you."

"Yes! With a message of discipline from the O.C. just because
I was reported by a toy martinet like you!" retorted Cadet Jordan.

Cadet Filson, corps adjutant, wearing his white gloves, red sash
and sword, came up with brisk military stride. He halted before
Jordan, while Prescott moved away.

"Mr. Jordan, by order of the commandant of cadets, you will confine
yourself to the company street, leaving it only under proper orders.
This, for being reported this morning during the tour of engineer
instruction. Any further punishment that is to be meted out to you
will be published in orders at dress parade this afternoon.

"Very good, sir," replied Cadet Jordan, choking with rage.

Wheeling about, Adjutant Filson strode away again.

The moment he was gone, Jordan, his brow black with fury, stepped
over to Prescott.

"So!" he hissed. "The thunderbolt of punishment has fallen, Mr.
Prescott. As for you-----"

"Mr. Jordan," broke in Dick coolly, "you are ordered to confine
yourself to the company street. At this moment you are outside