The class is hardly to be blamed for condemning me, and I imagine
that Mr. Jordan, in accusing me, has not been at all reticent.
Probably, too, he has taken no extreme pains to adhere to the
exact truth. I do not see how I can get out of the scrape in
which I find myself. I wonder if the silence is to be continued
until I am forced to resign and give up a career in the Army?"
With such thoughts as these it was hard, indeed, to look and act
as though nothing had happened.
But Cadet Jordan, taking eager, covert looks at his enemy from
another table, got little satisfaction from anything that he detected
in Prescott's face.
"Why, that b.j.(fresh) puppy is quite equal to cheeking his way on
through the last year and into the Army!" thought Jordan maliciously.
"However, he's done for! No matter if he sticks, he'll never get
any joy out of his shoulder straps."
Little could Jordan imagine that Prescott's proud nature would
long resist the silence. If this rebuke were to become permanent,
then Prescott was not in the least likely to attempt to enter
upon his studies at the beginning of they Academic year in September.
And Greg! He didn't waste any time in trying to be just to any
one. All his hot blood rose and fomented within him at the bare
thought of this terrible indignity put upon that prince of good
fellows, Dick Prescott. Holmes felt, in truth, as though he would
be glad to fight, in turn, every member of the first class who
had voted for the silence.
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