“Mr. Breslin, I sent for you, as an occurrence in the gymnasium to-day demands a full inquiry,” said the commandant sternly.
“I was on my way here, sir, when I met your orderly. I am here now, sir, to make the statement that I was wrong, that what I meant as a joke proved serious; so serious, in fact, sir, that I hereby tender you my resignation as a cadet midshipman.”
All heard the words distinctly, and they were uttered without a tremor, though the face of the young man was very pale.
“Mr. Breslin, you will please sit down at that table and write and sign your explanation of this unfortunate affair.”
The youth obeyed, writing the same explanation he had sent through Scott Clemmons to the cadets.
The commandant read it aloud, and then said:
“This wholly exonerates Cadet Midshipman Mark Merrill, as you intended it should?”
“From the charge of taking the luck coin. Yes, sir.”
“From what else do you infer that he is not exonerated, sir?” sternly asked the commandant.
“From the blow he gave me,” almost fiercely answered the youth, whose revengeful nature was now revealed in his face and words.