ut of it."

So Haynes began taking to moody, lonely walks when he had any
time for such outlet to his evil, feelings.

It is one of the strangest freaks of queer human nature that one
who has once done another an injury ever after hates the injured
one with an added intensity of hatred.

Turnback Haynes was quite able to convince himself that Dick Prescott,
who avoided him, was really his worst enemy in the world.

So, one Saturday afternoon, in early April, it chanced that Dick
and Cadet Haynes took to the same stretch of less-traveled road
over beyond engineers' quarters.

Suddenly, going in opposite directions, they met face to face
at a sharp bend in the road.

"Oh, you?" remarked Haynes, in a harsh, sneering voice.

Prescott barely nodded coldly, and would have passed on, but Haynes
stepped fairly in his path.

"Prescott," cried the turnback, "I don't like you!"

"Then we are about even in our estimate of each other," responded
Dick indifferently.

"Were you following me up, just now?"

"Why, as I have a memory, I might more properly suppose that you
had been prowling on my trail," retorted Dick, eyeing his enemy
sternly.

"Humph! What do you mean by that?" demanded Haynes bristling.

"Do you deny, Haynes, that on the night when we were returning
from the Army-navy game you pushed me from the rear platform of
the train?"

Cadet Prescott spoke without visible excitement, but gazed deeply
into the shifty, angry eyes of the other.

Haynes swallowed hard. Then he replied gruffly:

"No; I don't deny it."

"Why did you do that, Haynes?"

"I haven't admitted that I did do it."

"You know that you did, though."

"Humph!"

"Why did you do it?"

"I'll tell you, then," hissed the turnback. "It was because neither
West Point nor the Army is going to be big enough for both of us!"

"When do you intend to resign?" demanded prescott coolly

"Re-----" gasped Haynes "Resign? I?"

Then you imagine that I am going to quit, or that you're going
to force me to do so? retorted Prescott. "Haynes, even up to
this hour I have hesitated to believe the half evidence of my
own eyes. I have tried to convince myself that no man who wears
the honored gray of West Point could do such a dastardly piece
of work. And you have as good as admitted it to me."

"Well," sneered the turnback, what do you think you're going to
do about it?"

"If I knew," glared Dick, "I wouldn't tell you until the time
came."