"What is it, Mr. Prescott?" inquired the Army officer, as Prescott,
saluting, advanced to the officer's desk, then halted, standing
at attention.
"Sir, I have come to ask for some information."
"What is it, Mr. Prescott?"
"Sir, I have a paper, addressed to the superintendent. I do not
know whether I should take it to the adjutant's office, or whether
I should forward it through this office."
"I thought you understood your company paper work, Mr. Prescott,"
smiled Lieutenant Denton.
"I think I do, sir; but this kind of paper I have never had to put
in before."
"What kind of paper is it?"
"My resignation, sir," replied Dick quietly. Lieutenant Denton
looked almost as much astonished as he felt.
"What?" he choked. Then a slight smile came into his face.
"Oh, I think I begin to understand, Mr. Prescott. You wish more
time for your studies, and so you are resigning your post as captain
of A company."
"This is my resignation, sir, from the corps of cadets."
Lieutenant Denton looked utterly nonplussed.
"Oh, very good, Mr. Prescott. If you are bent on leaving the
Military Academy, I presume I have no right to demand your reasons.
But---won't you sit down?"
The lieutenant pointed to a chair near his own.
"Thank you, sir," nodded Prescott. Taking off his fatigue cap,
he dropped into the chair, though he sat very erect.
"Now," smiled Mr.
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