"Eavesdropping?" queried Greg calmly.
"What's that?" snapped Cartwright, and his flush deepened. "See here, Holmes, I don't want any trouble with you."
"That shows a lively sense of discretion," smiled Greg, turning to face the other.
"But I want you to stop picking on me. Talk about somebody else for a change!"
"With pleasure," nodded Greg, as he shrugged his shoulders and
turned to drop a spoonful of sugar in his second cup of coffee.
"There are lots of agreeable subjects for conversation in Camp
Berry."
"Meaning—-?" demanded Cartwright, still standing, and scowling, for, out of the corners of his eyes, he saw that several of his brother officers were smiling.
"Meaning almost anything that you wish," continued Captain Holmes, serenely, as he stirred his coffee.
"Sit down, Cartwright," urged a low voice. "This is a gentleman's outfit," declared another voice, perhaps not intended to reach Cartwright's ears. But he heard the words and his mounting rage caused him to take a step nearer to Greg, at the same time clenching his fists.
Greg, though he realized what was taking place, did not bother to turn, but coolly raised his cup to his lips.
"Sit down," called another voice. "You're rocking the boat."