Turnback Haynes was quite able to convince himself that Dick Prescott, who avoided him, was really his worst enemy in the world.
So, one Saturday afternoon, in early April, it chanced that Dick and Cadet Haynes took to the same stretch of less-traveled road over beyond engineers' quarters.
Suddenly, going in opposite directions, they met face to face at a sharp bend in the road.
"Oh, you?" remarked Haynes, in a harsh, sneering voice.
Prescott barely nodded coldly, and would have passed on, but Haynes stepped fairly in his path.
"Prescott," cried the turnback, "I don't like you!"
"Then we are about even in our estimate of each other," responded
Dick indifferently.
"Were you following me up, just now?"
"Why, as I have a memory, I might more properly suppose that you had been prowling on my trail," retorted Dick, eyeing his enemy sternly.
"Humph! What do you mean by that?" demanded Haynes bristling.