It had come as the fitting, cheering ending of his great trouble—-the hardest trouble that had assailed him, or could assail him, at the United States Military Academy.
"Well, you've been vindicated, anyway," muttered Greg cheerily, one day. "So you needn't look as thoughtful as you do half of the time these present days."
"Have I been vindicated, Greg?" asked Dick gravely.
"What did the court say? And you're still wearing the uniform that Uncle Sam gave you, aren't you?
"Vindication, Greg, means something more that a court-martial verdict of acquittal."
"What more do you want?"
"Greg, the verdicts of all the courts-martial sitting between here and Manila wouldn't make some of the men of this corps believe that I innocent."
"G'wan!" retorted Cadet Holmes impatiently.
"I see it, Greg, old chum, if you don't."
"You're morbid, old ramrod!"