As soon as the returning section was dismissed Cadet Holmes, his heart beating fast, hurried to his room.
There sat Dick, at the study table, as Greg had left him. But Prescott had pushed his textbooks aside. Before him rested only a sheet of paper. With pen in hand Prescott wrote something at the bottom just as Holmes entered the room. Then Dick looked up with a half cheery face.
"I've done it, Greg," he announced simply, in a hard, dry voice.
"Done it?" echoed Cadet Holmes. "What?"
"I have written my resignation as a member of the corps of cadets,
United States Military Academy."
"Bosh!" roared Cadet Holmes in a great rage. "The resignation is written, signed, and—-it sticks!" returned Dick Prescott with quiet emphasis.
CHAPTER X
LIEUTENANT DENTON'S STRAIGHT TALK
"Let me have that paper!" demanded Greg, darting forward.
There was fire in Cadet Holmes's eyes and purpose in his heart as he reached forward to snatch the sheet from the desk.