Then a grin overspread his face.
"Well, it was mighty clever, anyway."
An instant more, and the grin gave place to a serious look.
"Clever or not, it certainly spells trouble for me."
When the cadets returned from breakfast in the morning, and while Greg was finishing the donning of field uniform for a forenoon of drill, a shadow fell across the doorway of the tent.
Prescott and Anstey were still members of the guard, and therefore absent.
"Mr. Holmes, I wish to speak with you," announced Mr. Haldane, of the yearling class.
"Will you come in, sir?"
Haldane stepped just inside the tent, standing severely erect and gazing coldly at the plebe.
"Mr. Butler demands a fight with you, mister, and as early as possible."