"Yes, sir," huskily replied Prescott, who had struggled to his feet and now stood at attention.
As Unwine wheeled, marching from the room, Dick sank again over his study table.
"Dick, old ramrod," pleaded Greg terrified, "what on earth——-"
"Greg," came the anguished moan, "they're going to try to fire me from West Point for a common cheat—-and I'm afraid they'll do it, too!"
CHAPTER XIII
IN CLOSE ARREST
Ever since Greg Holmes first came to West Point he had been learning the repose and the reserve of the trained soldier.
Yet if ever his face betrayed utter abandonment to amazement it was now.
Cadet Holmes gazed at his chum in open-mouthed wonder.
"By and by," uttered Greg fretfully, "You'll tell me the meaning of this joke, and why Mr. Unwine should be in it, too."