“I cannot go home.”
“Try it.”
“I will, but I know the old man.”
“Well, if you do not, get work and redeem yourself in his opinion.”
“I have no money, as you know, so if I go you must go, too, or——”
“Or what, Breslin?”
“Or support me,” and there was an ugly look came over the face of the disgraced cadet.
“I do not understand,” faltered Scott Clemmons.
“Then I will make it so clear that you can grasp it. I said that if I resign you must do the same, or you must support me until I get a good position, when I can take care of myself. Do you understand now, Clemmons?”
It seemed that Scott Clemmons did, for his face turned deadly pale at the alternative given him by the cadet who now stood at bay.