arfully
hard to decide such a matter off-hand," returned Greg. His own
voice broke. For some moments Holmes sat in moody silence.
At last he reached out a hand, resting it on Dick's arm.
"If you get out, old ramrod, it's the outs for me on the same day."
"Greg!"
"Oh, that's all right," retorted Cadet Holmes, trying to force
a cheery ring into his voice. "If you can't get through and live
under the colors, Dick, I don't want to!"
"But Greg, old fellow, you mustn't look at it that way. You have
had three years of training here at the nation's expense. It will
soon be four. You owe your country some return for this magnificent
training."
"How about you, then?" asked Holmes, regarding his friend quizzically.
"Me? I'd stay under the colors, and give up my life for the country
and the Army, if my comrades would have it. But if they won't, then
it's for the best interests of the service that I get out, Greg."
"Well, talk yourself blind, if it will give you any relief. But
post this information up on your inside bulletin board: When you
quit the service, old ramrod, it will be 'good-bye' for little
Holmesy!"
CHAPTER VI
TRYING TO EXPLAIN TO THE GIRLS
Breakfast, the next morning, was a repetition of what had happened
the night before.
At Dick's table the silence was absolute.
Even Captain Reid, cadet commissary, noticed it and understood,
in his trip of inspection through mess hall.
The thing that Reid, who was an Army officer, did not know was---who
was the victim? He never guessed Prescott, who was class president,
and believed to be one of the tallest of the class idols.
It speaks volumes for the intended justice of the cadets when they
will, in time of fancied need, destroy even their idols.
Thus it went on for some days.
Dick performed all of his duties as usual, and as well as usual.
Nothing in his demeanor showed how keenly he felt the humiliation
that had been put upon him. Only in his failure to attempt any
social address of a classmate did he betray his recognition of
the silence.
Greg did his best to cheer up his chum. Anstey expressed greatest
sorrow and sympathy for his friend Prescott. Holmes promptly
reported this conversation to Dick. Other good friends expressed
their sorrow to Holmes. In every case he bore the name and the
implied message hastily to the young cadet captain.
A few whom Dick had considered his good friends did not thus put
themse
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