ki field uniform now, and there was
little time for comment; none for Greg to go outside and find
out what was really in the air. Battery drill was right ahead
of them. Barely were the chums changed to khaki field uniform
before the call sounded on the bugle.

On the recall from battery drill, the chums had but a few moments
before they were called out for a drill in security and information.

So the time passed until dinner. Again Jordan marched in the
line of the file closers, and now this first classman had received
his official sentence from the commandant of cadets.

So far as the demeanor of the class toward Prescott was concerned,
dinner was an exact repetition of breakfast.

On the return of the corps to camp, a few minutes followed that
were officially assigned to recreation.

Dick stood just inside the door of his tent when he heard the tread
of several men approaching.

Looking out, he saw seven men of his own class coming up. Durville
was at their head.

"Good afternoon, Prescott," began Durville.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen," nodded Dick.

"We represent the class in a little matter," continued Durville,
"and I have been asked to be the spokesman. Can you spare us a
little time?"

"All the time that I have before the call sounds for my next drill,"
replied Prescott.

"Mr. Prescott, you reported a member of our class last night," began
Durville.

"I did so officially," Dick answered.

"Of course, Mr. Prescott, we understand that. The offender was
a member of A company, and you are the cadet captain of that company.
But this affair happened at the guard line, and you were not cadet
officer of the day. Mr. Jordan feels that you exerted yourself to
catch him in his delinquency."

"I did not," replied Prescott promptly. "At the time when I called
upon the cadet sentry to apprehend Mr. Jordan, I had not the remotest
idea that it was Mr. Jordan."

"Then," asked Durville bluntly, "how did you, who were not the
cadet officer of the day, happen to be where you could catch Mr.
Jordan so neatly?"

"In that matter I have no explanation to offer," Prescott replied.

One less a stickler for duty than Prescott might have replied that
he had been on the spot the night before in obedience to a special
order from the officer in charge.

Dick Prescott, however, felt that to make such a statement would
be a breach of military faith. The order that he had received
from Lieutenant Denton he looke