"Advance, cadet, to be recognized," he commanded.
Prescott came to a halt not far from the sentry.
Slowly, with evident reluctance, the figure moved forward.
"Mr. Jordan!" called Prescott, in considerable amazement.
"Yes, sir," admitted Jordan huskily.
Now, Dick had every reason in the world for not wanting to report this cadet again, but duty is and must be duty, in the Army.
"Mr. Jordan, you are under orders of confinement to the company street," cried Dick sternly.
"Yes, sir."
"And yet you are found outside of camp limits? Have you any explanation to offer, sir?"
"I was nervous, sir," replied Jordan, "and couldn't sleep. So
I slipped out past the guard line to enjoy a quieting smoke."