and I never saw anything underhanded in him."

"I wouldn't call it underhanded, either," explained Jordan.
"Prescott's manner with me might much better be described as
overbearing."

"It would have been underhanded, had he reported you when you
were really doing nothing unmilitary or improper," interposed
Stubbs quickly.

"Are you trying to defend the fellow?" demanded Jordan swiftly.

"No; Prescott, I think, is always quite ready to attend to his
own defence. But I'm astonished, Jordan, at the charge you make
against him, and I'm trying to understand it."

"What I object to, more than anything else," insisted Jordan,
"was his making a fool of me before new yearlings. That is where
I think the greatest grievance lies. First classmen are men of
some dignity. We are not to be treated like plebes, especially
by any members of our own class who may be dressed in a little
brief authority. Sit down, won't you, Stubbs?"

"No, thank you, Jordan. I must be on my way soon."

"But I want to get you and a half a dozen other representative
first classmen together," wheedled Jordan. "I think we should
all talk this over as a strictly class matter. Then, if I'm convinced
that I'm in the wrong, I'm going to stop talking."