that limit. You will return immediately to the company street!"

Jordan glared, but he had discretion enough left to obey, for
Prescott was speaking now as cadet commander of A company, to
which company Mr. Jordan belonged.

"Oh, I'll pay you back for this!" raged the disciplined cadet,
trembling as he stepped forward.

By this time, many other cadets were out in the company street.
Soon after the loud, snappy tones of the bugle summoned the two
battalions to dinner formation.

A little while before Cadet Adjutant Filson had approached Jordan,
the commandant of cadets, sitting in his tent over by post number
one, had sent for the Engineer instructor of the forenoon.

"Mr. Armstrong," asked the commandant, "how much is there in this
report against Mr. Jordan this morning? Does Mr. Jordan deserve
severe discipline?"

"In my opinion he does, sir," replied Lieutenant Armstrong. "I
had the whole happening under observation, though I pretended not
to see it."

"Why did you make such pretence, Mr. Armstrong?"

"Because I was watching to see how a man like Mr. Prescott would
conduct himself when in command."