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But, as Dick Prescott and Greg Holmes walked over to the side of the field they were greeted by a cheer from all who had watched their performance. "I'm very glad you asked for a further trial for Prescott," murmured Lieutenant Lawrence to the captain of the Army nine. "I thought you would be, sir," Durville replied.
Durville" -he spoke in an impassive official tone, now "you will accompany me to the office of the officer in charge, and will there make such official explanation as you may choose." "Prescott, for the love of " began the other over again, in trembling desperation. "About face, Mr. Durville. Forward!" Now, all the gameness in the other cadet came to the surface.
"The class will please come to order," called Chairman Fullerton. "Now, gentlemen, is there any further business to come before the class?" "Mr. Chairman," called Douglass, "I move that we proceed to the election of a class president." "Second the motion," cried Durville. The motion was carried with a rush. "Mr. Chairman!" called the tireless ex-class president. "Mr. Douglass." "Mr.
"Good afternoon, Prescott," began Durville. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," nodded Dick. "We represent the class in a little matter," continued Durville, "and I have been asked to be the spokesman. Can you spare us a little time?" "All the time that I have before the call sounds for my next drill," replied Prescott. "Mr. Prescott, you reported a member of our class last night," began Durville.
So far as the demeanor of the class toward Prescott was concerned, dinner was an exact repetition of breakfast. On the return of the corps to camp, a few minutes followed that were officially assigned to recreation. Dick stood just inside the door of his tent when he heard the tread of several men approaching. Looking out, he saw seven men of his own class coming up. Durville was at their head.
We always played together, then, in any game, and either of us would feel lonesome now without the other." "Oh, of course," nodded Durville. "Well, I'll see Holmesy and try to round him up, if you say so." "I think I can get him to come around," smiled Dick. "But you may be tremendously disappointed in both of us." "Can you play ball as well as Holmesy?" "Perhaps; nearly, I guess."
It has been blessed by the Pope. A Dominican Father gave it to me." Madame Nanteuil, who was a little out of breath, but was growing young again since she had renewed her experience of love, was the last to come out. Durville pressed her hand. "Poor Chevalier!" he murmured. "His was not a bad character," answered Madame Nanteuil, "but he showed a lack of tact.
"Yes," sighed the captain of the Army nine; "and Holmesy tells me that he's a tyro to Mr. Prescott." "Then Mr. Prescott must be a wonder on the diamond," grunted the other cadet. "I hear that he is," assented Durville. "By the way, you remember Darrin and Dalzell, who helped the Navy team to wipe the field up with us last year?" "I reckon I do."
But we'd better lose, even, than win through men not fit to associate with." "Prescott must be chuckling," jeered Durville. "He's doing nothing of the sort, suh!" flared Anstey. "And I'm prepared to maintain my position." From Thanksgiving to Christmas the time seemed to fly all too fast for most of the young men of the corps of cadets.
I go, now, to my arrest, which is doubtless the last military service I shall be called upon to render. Mr. Prescott, I congratulate you, sir, upon your ability to spy upon other men and to serve your highest ideas of suitable vengeance." Gloomily Durville turned to his room. Dick almost stumbled to his own quarters. Greg Holmes's face blanched when he heard the news.
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