"Yes, I know," nodded Dick, dejectedly, and speaking as hoarsely as did the other man. "Oh, Durville, I wish I could do it, but——-"
Dick had to clench his fists and gulp hard. Then the soldier in him triumphed.
"Mr. Durville"—-he spoke in an impassive official tone, now—-"you will accompany me to the office of the officer in charge, and will there make such official explanation as you may choose."
"Prescott, for the love of——-" began the other over again, in trembling desperation.
"About face, Mr. Durville. Forward!"
Now, all the gameness in the other cadet came to the surface. He wheeled about, head up, his clenched fists seeking the seams of his condemning "cit." trousers. Durville marched defiantly out into the quadrangle, across and into the cadet guard house, up the flight of stairs and into the office of the officer in charge.
Lieutenant Denton was again O.C. that night.
Both cadets saluted when they entered after knocking.
Lieutenant Denton glanced in sheer dismay at the "cit." clothes worn by Durville.
"Sir," began Dick huskily, "I regret being obliged to report that I just discovered Mr. Durville entering the sub-division in citizen's dress."