"Oh, you can't tell. Sometimes these quiet fellows are the worst. Still waters run deep, you know."
"I suppose other fellows in the squad room are thinking the same," thought Hal, his heart throbbing with pain.
He more than half guessed the truth—that the seed of suspicion against him was already sown—that henceforth he would be watched by nearly all eyes.
CHAPTER IV
LIEUTENANT ALGY'S INSPIRATION
LIEUTENANT ALGY FERRERS, the picture of dejection, sat staring across his rather tiny parlor in bachelor quarters at smiling Lieutenant Prescott.
"I thought the Army was a place for gentlemen," murmured Algy aghast.
"At last accounts it was, and I believe still is," replied the West Pointer, with a smile.