lieve he will
be satisfactory to everyone."

"Not to me!" snapped Bert Dodge, his uneasy gaze roving from one
face to another. "The class president can't name his own substitute."

"Silence!" commanded Brayton, turning on his roommate. "Of course
the class president can delegate his duties, temporarily, to another."

"Take this matter in charge, Mr. Anstey," begged Dick, turning
to the Virginian.

"Mr. Dodge," continued the Virginian, "be good enough, suh, to
pay good heed to what I have to say. That will be necessary,
in fairness to yourself, suh. I'll begin at the beginning."

Anstey began with the handkerchief-borrowing episode in barracks
area. He dwelt upon the accusation against Cadet Prescott, the
court-martial, and the further fact that even the verdict of acquittal
had not, at first, been fully accepted by all members of the corps
of cadets clearing Dick of the fearful suspicion against his honor.

"What has all this to do with me?" snarled Dodge. "Is Prescott
trying to revive his old and infamous hints against me?

"Wait a moment, Mr. Dodge," continued Anstey patiently. "Now
will now move along to the drill in the riding hall yesterday
afternoon."

Anstey then described the bared cuff that Prescott had seen on
Dodge's left wrist.

"That's a lie," rasped out Dodge.

But Anstey heeded him not; Prescott merely smiled. But the sight
of that smile maddened Dodge, who sprang up, crying:

"Yes! You think you have it all cooked up against me, Dick Prescott!
But you'll find that truth and right will win."

Dick did not answer, but Anstey, looking impressively at the culprit,
declared:

"Mr. Dodge, tonight, while you were away, we pried up that brick!"

Every vestige of color fled from Bert's face. He seemed about
to fall, but he clutched at the chair back and remained standing.

"Of course, Mr. Dodge, you know what we found there. Brayton,
you don't so you will interested in seeing the things. Milesy,
be good enough to spread the collection on that table. Here, you
see, first of all, is the cuff of yesterday. Even the writing,
in India ink, remains on it. And here are reddish stains, made
by the impact of that cuff with the tan-bark of the riding hall.
Here are slips of paper on which the main features of the hardest
math. problems of each day have been noted down, ready for writing
on a cuff. Here is the water-proof ink and the pen with which
the writing on the cuff was done. And h