"Very good, sir!"

Prescott and the sentry started together. For an instant the
glow wavered, as though the man that was behind the glow meditated
taking to his heels.

"Halt!" called the sentry. "Who's there?"

Now the glow disappeared, but cadet captain and sentry were close
enough to see the outlines of a figure in cadet uniform.

The figure still moved uncertainly, as though bent on flight.
But the sight of two pursuers seemed to change the unknown's mind.

"A cadet," he called, in answer to the sentry's challenge.

The sentry halted.

"Advance, cadet, to be recognized," he commanded.

Prescott came to a halt not far from the sentry.

Slowly, with evident reluctance, the figure moved forward.

"Mr. Jordan!" called Prescott, in considerable amazement.

"Yes, sir," admitted Jordan huskily.

Now, Dick had every reason in the world for not wanting to report
this cadet again, but duty is and must be duty, in the Army.