"You b.j. plebe!" snarled Mr. Spurlock. "I'll take this out of you!"
"Certainly," replied Dick promptly. "But, first of all, I want to assure you that I didn't see the uniform. I thought I had discovered a cit. in here, and I knew no cit. could be here on any honest business."
"Bosh!" growled Spurlock, who was holding a handkerchief to a nose that was bleeding freely.
Cadet Prescott drew himself up, his eyes flashing.
"Pardon me, sir," returned Dick. "But you know, as well as I, sir, that a lie is impossible to a cadet."
It was a hard report to get around that a cadet had told a lie. At times cadets have been known to lie, but invariably, after detection, they have been "cut" and forced out of the corps. So lying is a rare occurrence, indeed, among the cadets.
"I'll make you settle for this, anyway," sputtered Cadet Corporal
Spurlock.
"Very good, sir," Dick answered resolutely.
"You'll settle at once, too, mister, or as soon as I've stopped this flow."
"Very good, sir," Dick answered again. "But if I'm not too b.j., sir, in talking at all, I'll call your attention to that clock. There is just time for you to reach your quarters before taps sound."