But Jordan, unable to realize that he had proved himself unfit as a soldier found his hatred of Dick Prescott growing with every step of the march that carried the cadet corps to dinner at the cadet mess hall.
"Prescott may feel mighty big and proud now!" growled the disgruntled one. "But will he—-when I get through with him?"
CHAPTER II
JORDAN REACHES OUT FOR REVENGE
"Hello, there, Stubbs!" called Jordan from the doorway of his tent.
"Oh, that you, Jordan?" called Stubbs.
"Yes; come in, won't you?"
Cadet Stubbs, of the first class, looked slightly surprised, for he had never been an intimate of this particular cadet.
"What's the matter?" asked Stubbs, pushing aside the tent flap and stepping into the tent.
Then, remembering something he had heard, Stubbs continued quickly: