ll, Dick Prescott rode with precision, power,
and even grace.

Yet never had his mind been further from the present work than
it was this afternoon.

Had Bert Dodge known more of what Prescott had seen as the former
lay for that instant on the tan-bark, Dick's enemy would have
fallen from his horse in a delirium of fear.

For, as Bert fell in the center of the tan-bark the left sleeve
of his coat had been pushed back, exposing the white linen cuff.

From the inner hem of that cuff, up to the middle, Dick Prescott
had gazed, for an instant only, on row after row of small, evenly
lettered words or rows of numerals. Prescott had not had time
to bend close enough to see which.

Yet no sooner had Dick vaulted back into saddle again than the
remembrance of that cuff flashed upon him.

"Dodge has been excelling in daily recitations, yet can't do as
well at general review!" flashed hotly through Prescott's mind.
"And Dodge, the high-souled one who loathes cribs! If that writing
on his cuff isn't a crib of today's math., then I'm a plebe!"

The thought would not down, even for a moment.

Dick became wilder in his thoughts the more he thought about it.

"The cribber! And he sought to blast me here on a false charge
of cribbing. For now I know in my soul that he put that paper
crib in my handkerchief that Friday morning months ago!"

Dick's indignation, as he rode, was more than personal. True,
he longed to show up the sneak who had nearly wound up another
and honest cadet's career here at West Point. But there was an
even higher purpose in Prescott's mind at the same time. The
corps of cadets loathes a cribber as it does any other kind of
cheat or liar. It is justly regarded as a moral crime for any
cadet, knowing another to be a sneak, stand by and silently allow
that sneak to graduate into the brotherhood of the Army.

"Dodge, you cur, every minute, now, is bringing you nearer your
own merited disgrace," muttered Dick savagely. "As soon as this
detachment is dismissed at barracks I'll denounce you before all
the fellows. I'll insist that you expose that cuff---and you'll
have to do it!"

Once Prescott caught himself wondering whether he might not fail
through being too hasty. Was it barely possible that the writing
on Bert Dodge's left cuff was wholly innocent?

"No! I'm not making any mistake, and I'll prove it to my own
satisfaction!" throbbed this cadet who had waited patiently all
these months