said kind-hearted Lieutenant Denton gravely. "It is most unfortunate
for Mr. Jordan that he has not a better excuse. You will go to
Mr. Jordan's tent, Mr. Prescott, and direct him to remain in his
tent, in close arrest, until he hears as to the further disposition
of his case by the commandant of cadets."

"Very good, sir," Prescott answered, saluting.

"And then you may go to your own tent and retire, Mr. Prescott.
I fancy the plebes have been good to-night."

"Thank you, sir."

With a rather heavy heart, though outwardly betraying no sign,
Prescott walked along until he reached Jordan's tent, where he
delivered the order from the O.C.

"Did you hear that, old man?" growled Jordan to his tentmate,
after the cadet captain had gone.

"Pretty rough!" returned the tentmate sleepily.

Rough? The first class was seething when it received the word
next morning, for it was the common belief that Prescott must
have shadowed and followed his classmate in order to entrap him.

"It's surely time for class action now," Durville told several
of his classmates.