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The instant that Mock's name had been mentioned it had flashed through Dick's mind that, when in Greg's office that afternoon, he had seen Mock's name on Top Sergeant Lund's list of men for pass, and Greg, he knew, had drawn a pen line through that name. "Of course it may not have been Mock that Lawrence saw; Lawrence himself wasn't sure," Dick reflected.
No one felt certain of his merits, and all worked and studied to the exclusion of most other thoughts. But at last came the general review, then the information for which all waited was posted. "I'm satisfied," sighed Dick, after reading the lists. Greg's work, too, had been satisfactory, as had that of Anstey. Bert Dodge, also, had got creditably past the examiners.
"The fellow who skates last will be freshest in the minds of the judges." When it came Greg's turn he avoided most of the fancy figures that the other fellows had shown off amid much applause. Still, Greg showed a bewildering assortment of "eights," "double-eights" and some magnificent work along the "turn promenade" order that Ripley had been doing before the accident.
And so, though we speak of him as "a man saved by a rose;" yet it was the power of Jesus, "the Great Teacher," exercised through that rose, which led to this blessed change and saved Greg's soul from death. And thus we have spoken of five things which help to make up the greatness of Jesus as a Teacher.
But it was there. Tom's hands were trembling with excitement; he nearly dropped the phone receiver as he punched the buttons to ring the apartment. Greg's face appeared on the screen, puffy with sleep. "What's that? Thought you were in bed...." "You've got to get down here," Tom said. Greg blinked, waking up. "What's the matter? Where are you?" "In the Map Room. Wake Johnny up and get down here.
"We have about four chances out of five of slipping away from Greg's soldiers," predicted Prescott. For ten minutes Dick and his two braves plodded on. There were, as yet, no audible sounds of pursuit. "We caught 'em, surely enough, that time," chuckled Tom. "Going to hit for the road now, Dick?" "We can't reach the road until our hour is up; we're bound to keep to the woods," Prescott replied.
For two or three seconds all manner thoughts played through Dick's mind. But, no matter what happened to him, loyalty would not allow him to stand by a mere mute spectator of Greg's downfall. Prescott felt sure that he himself had not yet been seen by the Army officer. Slipping out from behind the bush, Cadet Prescott stepped briskly along the path, bringing one hand sharply to his cap in salute.
The guard can take a two hour trick. He can keep the fire going, and, if anything happens, he can warn the other fellows in turn." So, at nine o'clock, when the others turned in, Greg, the air rifle in one hand, paced softly up and down the cabin, watching, listening. But nothing happened during Greg's watch. At eleven he called Tom Reade to relieve him.
Yet Butler was a wary fighter; he blocked Greg's follow-up scheme, then fought for time. Towards the end of the round, however, Butler again tried for the plebe's nose. This time he failed again, but Greg's counter-blow landed on the point of a shoulder. Butler would have been away in another instant, but Greg's right came out of a hook and tapped the yearling emphatically on the end of his nose.
"Nor can I," replied Laura softly. "You have always been my boy knight, Dick." As they stepped inside and approached their nearest friends, Belle murmured in Greg's ear: "Look at the electric glow that comes from the third finger of Laura's left hand. Now, do you comprehend, booby, what a fatal mistake you would have made, had I allowed you to tag them around to the cliff?"
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