He posed, and
rather well, as the champion of first-class dignity.
"I think you're on the right track, Jordan," assented Durville
rather heartily. Durville was one of the few who had never liked
Dick well. Durville had always been one of the "wild" ones, and
Prescott's ideas of soldierly duty had grated a good deal on Durville's
own beliefs.
"The class won't take severe action, anyway," hinted Tupper.
"We might vote to give Prescott a week's 'silence,' but any permanent
'cut' would be out of the question. The man has done too many
things to make himself popular."
"Besides," chimed in Brown, "look at the place Prescott holds
on the Army football eleven. Why he---and Holmes, too, of
course---were the pair who saved us from the Navy last November.
And we rely upon that pair to a tremendous extent for the
successes we expect this coming fall."
Jordan's jaw dropped. In the heat of his anger he had lost sight
of the football situation. Prescott and Holmes certainly were the
prize players of the Army eleven.
"Well, it might do if the class decided on the 'silence' for Prescott
for a week," assented Jordan dubiously.
Then, all of a sudden, he brightened as the thought flashed through
his mind:
"If Prescott gets the 'silence,' even for a day, he'll be so furious
that he'll do half a dozen fool things that I can provoke him
into. Then he'll go so far, in his wrath, that the class will
cut him for good and all, and he'll buy his ticket home!"
The more Jordan thought this over, while he pretended to be listening
to what his classmates were saying, the surer the cadet plotter
felt that he could work his enemy out of the corps within the
next week or so.
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