With that Prescott stepped resolutely around the cadet in his path, and went forward at a stiff stride.
Haynes remained for some moments where he was, gazing after Dick with a curious, leering look.
"Prescott is a coward—-that's what he is!" muttered the turnback. "If he weren't, I said enough to him just now to cause him to leap at my throat. Humph! Anyone can beat a coward, and without credit. Prescott, your days at the Military Academy are numbered! You, an Army officer? Humph!"
Though it would be hard to understand why, Haynes felt much better after that brief interview. Perhaps it was because, all along, he had feared Cadet Prescott. Now the turnback no longer feared his enemy in the corps.
How would the feud end? How could it end?
CHAPTER XIX
THE TRAITOR OF THE RIDING HALL
If Dick gave no further outward attention to Haynes, he was nevertheless bothered about the fellow.
"Haynes isn't fit to go through and become an officer; to be set up over other men," Prescott told himself often.
This slighting opinion was not on account of the personal dislike that Prescott felt for the turnback. There were other cadets at West Point whom Dick did not exactly like, yet he respected the others, for they themselves respected the traditions of honor and justice that are a part of West Point.