Bentley had the air of looking through the young men
without being able to see either.
Two very much disconcerted cadets, and very red in the face, stiffly
resumed their caps and marched away.
"Great Scott, what did that mean?" gasped Jordan, struck all in a
heap by his strange reception.
Cadet Douglass gasped.
"Jordan," he exclaimed contritely, "I'm the greatest ass in the
corps!"
"You must be!" exploded Dick's enemy. "But what was the cause
of it all?"
"Why, Jordan, you---you see-----"
"Who is Miss Bentley?"
"Jordan, she's Prescott's girl!"
"What?" gasped the other cadet, staring at his classmate.
"Fact!"
"Prescott's---girl?"
"Yes."
"Jove, a puppy like Prescott has no business with a superb girl
like that."
"All the same, Jordan, the fact will prevent you from knowing her."
"Now, I'm not so sure of that!" cried Jordan suddenly, with strange
fire in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing," mumbled Jordan, suddenly recovering himself.
Then, under his breath, he chuckled gleefully:
"Miss Bentley is just struck on the uniform, of course. A girl
like that couldn't care for a misfit like Prescott. Well, he
won't be in the uniform much longer. I won't lose sight of Miss
Bentley. I'll find her again when Prescott is out of the uniform
for good!"
Now, aloud, he asked:
"Doug, do you happen to remember Miss Bentley's first name?"
"Larry," answered Cadet Douglass absently.
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