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"Careful!" warned Dick, but he threw a lot of emphasis into the single word. "Prescott," choked the turnback, "you're trying to make my idea and myself ridiculous!" "Haven't I stated your proposition fairly?" challenged Prescott. "You think that, because you are a turnback, you have more right than I to the class presidency. If that isn't your attitude, then I shall be glad to apologize."
"Have you heard any considerable expression of opinion on the subject of a new class president being desired." "No," admitted Haynes, coloring somewhat under the close scrutiny of his comrade in the class and the corps. "You're speaking for yourself only?" "That's it," assented the turnback. "Why don't you want me for class president?"
"And, besides, Pierson, you're lying." "I'll wager that not a man here believes I'm lying," retorted Pierson coolly. "No, no! You're no liar, Pierson!" cried a dozen men at once. "Is there a black pin inside your blouse at this moment?" challenged Greg. "None of your business," cried the turnback hoarsely. "I demand that you show up, or stand accused," insisted Cadet Holmes.
You hustle, and I'll try not to be late in the formation." As Cadet Prescott hastened along through the lower corridor, he came face to face with the turnback. Haynes stopped short, his jaw drooping. For just a second he stiffened his arms as though to throw himself in an attitude of defence. Halting, without speaking or raising a hand, Dick Prescott looked squarely into the other man's eyes.
"Yes?" queried Dick. "What about it?" "Well, you've been president of your class for two years." "Yes; thanks to the other fellows of the class." "Now, Prescott, do you intend to go right along keeping the presidency of the class?" "Why, yes; if the fellows don't show me that they want a change." "Maybe they do," murmured Haynes. Dick wheeled and regarded the turnback rather sharply.
"You must mean something by that, Haynes. What do you mean?" "Are you willing to resign, if the class wants someone else?" "Of course," replied Prescott, with a snap. "I'm glad to hear you say that," murmured Haynes. "See here, Haynes, have you been sent here by any faction in the second class?" "No," admitted the turnback promptly.
Then I will put it to the class whether they want me to resign so that you can be elected in my place." Haynes turned several shades more red. "That would make a fool of me!" flashed the turnback. "It would be a statement of your own proposition, wouldn't it?" asked Dick, with another smile. "Stop your laughing at me, you "
A lumber camp, while an excellent thing in its way, is neither picturesque nor inspiring. I spent the night at the "Turnback Inn," a large frame building, handsomely finished interiorly and built since the fire. It is, I believe, quite a summer resort, as Tuolumne is the terminus of the Sierra Railway, and one can go by way of Stockton direct to Oakland and San Francisco.
"I wish I could believe you!" muttered the puzzled Pierson under his breath. "It's near time to get Prescott, if I'm going to," Haynes told himself a dozen times a day. In fact, the matter preyed so constantly on his mind that the turnback walked through each day in a perpetual though subdued state of nervous fever. The next night Pierson awoke with a start.
Tears of rage and humiliation in his eyes, Haynes stumbled to his room. Once inside he shunned the window, but stumbled to his chair at the study table, and sank down, his face buried in his arms. "Oh, I'll make somebody suffer for this!" he growled. Out in the quadrangle, now that the turnback was gone, the main theme of conversation was the discovery and exposure of the afternoon.
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