Jordan knew better than to go near the fiery young Anstey, so he
managed to induce Durville to speak to the Virginian as to
Prescott's plans.
"I don't know Mr. Prescott's intentions, suh," replied Anstey
with perfect truth and a good deal of dignity. "I am bound, suh,
to follow the class's action, suh, much as I disapprove of it.
So I have had no word with Mr. Prescott later than you have."
"But you know the fellow's roommate, Mr. Holmes," suggested Durville.
"I am under the impression that you do, too, suh," replied Anstey
significantly, yet without infusing offence into his even tones.
It was no use. The first class could only guess. No cadet knew,
unless it were Holmes, what Prescott's intentions were about quitting
the corps in the near future. And Greg, usually both chatty and
impulsive, could be as cold and silent as a sphinx where his chum's
secrets or interests were concerned.
Had he wished, he might have gone home at Christmas, for a day
or two, for he was on the good-conduct roll; but Dick felt that
Christmas at home would be a heart break just now. As he did
not go, Greg did not go either.
The reader may be sure that Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell, at Annapolis,
knew the state of affairs with their old-time friend and leader.
Greg had sent word of what was happening with Dick.
"Buck up---that's all, old chap," Dave wrote from the Naval Academy.
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