"They will be, in the end," asserted Greg. "We're working things
around to that point. You should have heard the fierce row we put
up at the class meeting last night."
When it was too late Greg could have bitten his tongue.
"Class meeting?" asked Laura. "Then has there been further action
taken?"
Greg nodded, biting his lips.
"What was last night's meeting held for?" persisted Laura.
"To try to oust Dick from the class presidency," confessed Cadet
Holmes.
"Did they do it?" quivered Laura Bentley.
"No!"
"Ah! Then the attempt was defeated. Dick is to retain the presidency
of his class?"
"Action was deferred," replied Greg in a low voice.
He wished with all his heart he could get away, for he saw that,
no matter how he tried to hedge the facts about, these keen-witted
girls realized that Dick Prescott's plight was about as black
as it could be for a young man who wanted, with all his soul,
to remain in the military service of his country.
CHAPTER VII
JORDAN MEETS DISASTER
Belle, with her combination of impulsive temperament, good judgment
and bluntness, came to the temporary rescue.
"Greg is trying to conceal the fact that he'll have a desperate
rush to get into his dress uniform in time for parade," Miss Meade
interposed. "Anyway, there's far more about this matter than
we can understand in a moment. Greg, you and Dick can call on
us at the hotel this evening, can't you?"
"We most surely can.
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