Dick Prescott's Fourth Year at West Point / Or, Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps

by H. Irving Hancock

"You are right, Mr. Prescott. As a cadet officer you had no alternative."

Then, with a memory of his own West Point days, Lieutenant Denton unbent enough to remark feelingly:

"You have unassailable courage, too, Mr. Prescott."

"Thank you, sir."

"Is that all?"

"You have finished your official business?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good night," Mr. Prescott.

"Good night, sir."

Saluting, Dick turned from the office. As he pushed open the door and reentered the subdivision, he beheld Durville, standing there with arms folded.