you represent him to be," replied Stubbs.

"Better stay, old man; and I'll call in a few others."

"No, sir," returned Cadet Stubbs, with a shake of his head. "The
further I go into this matter the less I like it. I'm on my way,
Jordan."

Within half an hour, however, Cadet Jordan had found three members
of the first class who were willing to listen to him. The matter
was threshed out very fully. Jordan, to his listeners, pooh poohed
at the idea that he was "sore" on his own account. He posed, and
rather well, as the champion of first-class dignity.

"I think you're on the right track, Jordan," assented Durville
rather heartily. Durville was one of the few who had never liked
Dick well. Durville had always been one of the "wild" ones, and
Prescott's ideas of soldierly duty had grated a good deal on Durville's
own beliefs.

"The class won't take severe action, anyway," hinted Tupper.
"We might vote to give Prescott a week's 'silence,' but any permanent
'cut' would be out of the question. The man has done too many
things to make himself popular."

"Besides," chimed in Brown, "look at the place Prescott holds
on the Army football eleven. Why he---and Holmes, too, of
course---were the pair who saved us from the Navy last November.
And we rely upon that pair to a tremendous extent for the
successes we expect this coming fall."