"
"Then you don't think we can stop Prescott?"
"I reckon I don't Holmesy. This is the kind of matter, suh, that
every man must settle for himself. If I were a much older man,
Holmesy, with much more experience in the Army, I reckon I might
be able to give him some very sound advice. But as it is, suh,
I know I can't."
When Greg returned to the room he found Dick preparing books and
papers to march to the next section recitation.
"What have you done with that resignation of yours?" growled Greg.
"It's in that drawer," replied Dick, with a weary smile, "and
I rely on you, old fellow, not to do anything to it. It would
only give me all the pain over again if I had to rewrite it."
"Dick, can nothing change your mind?"
"I have thought it all over, old friend."
The call for section formation sounded, and both hurried away.
Later, Dick's section returned a full minute and a half ahead
of the one to which Holmes belonged.
"Now's the time!" muttered Dick, opening the drawer and slipping
the envelope into the breast of his blouse.
Then he hurried out, crossing the quadrangle to the cadet guard
house. Cadet Holmes, in section ranks, marched into the quadrangle
in time just to catch a glimpse of Prescott's disappearing back.
Going up the stairs, Dick knocked on the door of the office of
the O.C.
"Come in!" called the officer in charge, who proved to be none
other than Lieutenant Denton again.
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