"Don't do anything rash, Cartwright. Listen to good sense; then I am going to let go of your wrist. If you were to strike Holmes he would be practically bound to thrash you, or else to prefer charges. In either case the matter would get before a court-martial. My testimony, from what I overheard, would have to sustain Holmes."
"You two would swear for each other anywhere and at all times," sneered Captain Cartwright.
This was hinting that Dick Prescott would be willing to perjure himself, and Dick flushed, though with difficulty he kept his patience.
"I'm going to let go of you now, Cartwright," Prescott continued.
As Dick let go of the captured wrist Captain Cartwright wheeled and aimed a vicious blow at his brother officer's face.
But Prescott's arm thrust up his adversary's.
"Stop it, Cartwright!"
Apparently the other could not control his anger. He aimed another savage blow. Dick parried with a thrust, but this time his other fist landed on Cartwright's chest with force enough to send him staggering to a fall on the floor.
At this moment a step was heard on the stairway.
"Gentlemen! Stop this! What does it mean?"