Jordan's jaw dropped. In the heat of his anger he had lost sight
of the football situation. Prescott and Holmes certainly were the
prize players of the Army eleven.

"Well, it might do if the class decided on the 'silence' for Prescott
for a week," assented Jordan dubiously.

Then, all of a sudden, he brightened as the thought flashed through
his mind:

"If Prescott gets the 'silence,' even for a day, he'll be so furious
that he'll do half a dozen fool things that I can provoke him
into. Then he'll go so far, in his wrath, that the class will
cut him for good and all, and he'll buy his ticket home!"

The more Jordan thought this over, while he pretended to be listening
to what his classmates were saying, the surer the cadet plotter
felt that he could work his enemy out of the corps within the
next week or so.

"Well, I dare say that you fellows are right in advising milder
measures," admitted Jordan at last. "Of course, though I try
not to let my personal feelings enter into this at all, yet I
suppose I can't keep my sense of outraged class dignity wholly
untainted by my personal feelings. Besides, the 'silence' for
a week will doubtless cover all the needs of the case, and I don't
bear the fellow any personal grudge, or I try not to."

"That's a sensible, manly view, Jordan," chimed in Brown, "and