was directed, and they could endure the absence of conversation
with far more indifference than was possible for Prescott.

It was a relief to all at the table, none the less, when the rising
order was given. When the corps had marched back to camp, and
had been dismissed, Dick Prescott, head erect, and betraying no
sign of annoyance, walked naturally into A company's Street, drew
out his camp chair and seated himself on it in the open.

Barely had he done so, when Greg arrived. Cadet Holmes, however,
did not stop or speak, but hurried on.

"Greg has his hands full," thought Dick. "He's going to investigate.
And I'm afraid his hot head will get him into some sort of trouble,
too."

The imposition of the silence did not affect Greg in his relations
with his tentmate. When a cadet is sent to Coventry, or has the
silence "put" on him, his tentmate or roommate may still talk
unreservedly with him without fear of incurring class disfavor.
To impose the rule of silence on the tentmate or roommate of
the rebuked one would be to punish an innocent man along with
the guilty one.

Rarely, after all, does the corps err in its judgment when Coventry
or the silence is meted out. None the less, in Dick's case a
grave mistake had been made.

Time slipped by, and darkness came on, but Greg had not returned.