"Will nothing ever drive that living disgrace Prescott out of
the corps?" Jordan asked three or four of the men. "Why, the
fellow is defying class authority! He's making fools of us all.
He bluntly asks us what we think we can do about it!"
"We'll have to show Prescott, then," grimly replied one of the
cadets with whom Jordan talked.
"But how?" demanded Cadet Jordan craftily. "Is there any possible
way of making as thickheaded or stubborn a fellow as Prescott
realize that he simply can't go on with us? That we won't have him
with us?"
"Oh, I think there's a way," smiled the other cadet.
"Then I wonder why some one doesn't find it?" demanded Jordan
wrathfully.
"We shall, I think."
Greg scented new mischief in the air, yet he was hardly the one to
do the scouting.
Anstey, however, could look about for the news, and he could properly
discuss it with Cadet Holmes.
With the beginning of the last half of the year the members of the
first class found themselves sufficiently busy with their studies.
Dick's affair was allowed to slumber for a few days.
Even Cadet Jordan, whose sole purpose now in life was to "work"
Prescott out of the corps, was clever enough to assent to letting
the matter rest for a few days.
After another fortnight, however, the first class, in its moments
of leisure, especially in the brief rests right after meals, again
began to throb over what was considered the brazen and open defiance
of Dick Prescott in persisting in remaining a cadet at the Military
Academy.
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