Washington's Birthday had come and passed, and Prescott still lingered in the cadet corps. Indeed, he seemed as determined as ever upon graduating.
There were limits, however, to class patience. It was Anstey who got on the track of the news and brought it to Greg.
"A class meeting is to be called ten days hence," reported the Virginian. "The meeting will be announced at supper formation to-night. It is set well ahead in order to give the fellows plenty of time to think over the subject for discussion."
"That discussion," guessed Holmes, "is to be as to the best means of driving Dick from the corps."
"You've guessed it, suh," replied the Virginian sorrowfully. "Whatever the class feels called upon to do, suh, I reckon it will be something that will break our poor camel's back."
CHAPTER XIII
THE FIGURES IN THE DARK
And Dick?
The reader will hardly need to be told that this spirited young cadet was suffering his unmerited disgrace as keenly as ever.
More keenly, in fact, for every day that the silence continued it seemed to add to the weight of the burden that bound him down.