"
Jumping up and donning his fatigue cap, Prescott thrust the neglected
official report into the breast of his uniform blouse, soldier
fashion.
Then he walked slowly out, halting just inside the subdivision
door.
"I don't mind a few demerits, but I don't like to be accused of
unsoldierly neglect," mused the young cadet captain. "Let me
see if I can think up a way of presenting my statement so that
the O.C. won't scorch me."
As Dick stood there in the gloom, a quick, soft step sounded outside.
Then the door was carefully opened, and a young man in citizen's
dress entered.
Civilians rarely have a right, to be in cadet barracks at any
time of the day. It is wholly out of the question for one to
enter barracks after taps.
"What are you doing in here, sir?" Dick questioned sternly, putting
out his hand to take the other's arm.
Then the young cadet captain drew back in near-horror.
"Good heavens! Durville?" he gasped.
"Yes. Sh!" whispered the other cadet, slinking back, a frightened
look in his eyes.
No cadet, while at West Point, may, without proper permission,
appear in any clothing save the uniform of the day or of the tour.
No cadet ever attempts to don "cits." unless he is up to some
grave mischief, such as leaving the post.
"Don't say a word! Let me reach my room!" whispered Durville
hoarsely.
Dick Prescott wished, with all his heart, to be able to comply
with the other cadet's frenzied request.
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