"Here," answered Dick, stepping forward.
"Prescott, I don't suppose I'm very clear headed yet," rambled on Dennison. "But I want to apologize for my words this afternoon. And—-I'm glad you whacked me right tonight. Perhaps I'll really learn something from it. But my apologies, anyway."
"Say no more," begged Dick, tendering his hand. "It is all forgotten."
Dick received hasty congratulations from the late officials of the fights. Then they, and Prescott and his friends, disappeared quickly to quarters. Dennison was helped to his room. When the subdivision inspectors went through with their bulls-eye lanterns immediately after taps, they found all present save Cadet Albert Dodge.
Dodge passed a painful couple of hours until opiates won out and he passed into drugged sleep.
In one respect Dodge got far less out of the fight than had Dennison. Bert had not even learned, convincingly, that Prescott was a man to let alone.
CHAPTER XX
A DISCOVERY AT THE RIDING DRILL
Having once got a hard gait in mathematics, Dick went steadily on and up until he reached one of the middle sections. There he stopped. It was as high as he could go, with all this competition from the brightest young men in the country.
Greg, too, managed to get well away from the goats, and so was happy.