"Mr. Jordan, by order of the commandant of cadets, you will confine yourself to the company street, leaving it only under proper orders.

This, for being reported this morning during the tour of engineer instruction. Any further punishment that is to be meted out to you will be published in orders at dress parade this afternoon.

"Very good, sir," replied Cadet Jordan, choking with rage.

Wheeling about, Adjutant Filson strode away again.

The moment he was gone, Jordan, his brow black with fury, stepped over to Prescott.



"So!" he hissed. "The thunderbolt of punishment has fallen, Mr.

Prescott. As for you-----"

"Mr. Jordan," broke in d.i.c.k coolly, "you are ordered to confine yourself to the company street. At this moment you are outside that limit. You will return immediately to the company street!"

Jordan glared, but he had discretion enough left to obey, for Prescott was speaking now as cadet commander of A company, to which company Mr. Jordan belonged.

"Oh, I"ll pay you back for this!" raged the disciplined cadet, trembling as he stepped forward.

By this time, many other cadets were out in the company street.

Soon after the loud, snappy tones of the bugle summoned the two battalions to dinner formation.

A little while before Cadet Adjutant Filson had approached Jordan, the commandant of cadets, sitting in his tent over by post number one, had sent for the Engineer instructor of the forenoon.

"Mr. Armstrong," asked the commandant, "how much is there in this report against Mr. Jordan this morning? Does Mr. Jordan deserve severe discipline?"

"In my opinion he does, sir," replied Lieutenant Armstrong. "I had the whole happening under observation, though I pretended not to see it."

"Why did you make such pretence, Mr. Armstrong?"

"Because I was watching to see how a man like Mr. Prescott would conduct himself when in command."

Lieutenant Armstrong then related all of the particulars that he had seen of Jordan"s conduct.

"Then I am very glad that Mr. Prescott reported Mr. Jordan," replied the commandant of cadets. "Mr. Jordan is a first cla.s.sman and should be above any such conduct. We will confine Mr. Jordan to his company street for one week; and on Wednesday and Sat.u.r.day afternoons during the continuance of the encampment, he shall walk punishment tours."

Then the commandant of cadets had pa.s.sed the word for Cadet Adjutant Filson, to whom he had entrusted the order that the reader has already seen delivered.

But Jordan, unable to realize that he had proved himself unfit as a soldier found his hatred of d.i.c.k Prescott growing with every step of the march that carried the cadet corps to dinner at the cadet mess hall.

"Prescott may feel mighty big and proud now!" growled the disgruntled one. "But will he---when I get through with him?"

CHAPTER II

JORDAN REACHES OUT FOR REVENGE

"h.e.l.lo, there, Stubbs!" called Jordan from the doorway of his tent.

"Oh, that you, Jordan?" called Stubbs.

"Yes; come in, won"t you?"

Cadet Stubbs, of the first cla.s.s, looked slightly surprised, for he had never been an intimate of this particular cadet.

"What"s the matter?" asked Stubbs, pushing aside the tent flap and stepping into the tent.

Then, remembering something he had heard, Stubbs continued quickly:

"You"re in a little trouble of some kind, aren"t you, old man?"

"Oh, I"m in con." growled Mr. Jordan.

"Con." is the brief designation for "confinement."

"Some report this morning, eh?"

"Yes; that dog Prescott sprung a roorback on me. Sit down, won"t you?"

"No, thank you," replied Cadet Stubbs more coolly. "Jordan, "dog"

is a pretty extreme word to apply to a brother cadet."

"Oh, are you one of that fellow"s admirers?" demanded the man in con.

"I"ve always been an admirer of manliness," replied Stubbs boldly.

"Then how can you stand for a bootlick?" shot out Jordan angrily.

"I don"t stand for a bootlick," replied Cadet Stubbs. "I never did."

"Now, I don"t want to play baby," went on Jordan half eagerly.

"I"m not resenting, on my own account, what happened to-day.

But it was an outrage on general principles, for the affair made a fool of me before a lot of new yearlings. Stubbs, we"re first cla.s.smen, and we shouldn"t be humiliated before yearlings in this manner."

"I wasn"t there," replied Stubbs. "I was over at the rifle range, you know."

"Then I"ll tell you what happened."

Cadet Jordan began a narration of the scene that had ended in his being relieved from engineering instruction that forenoon.

Jordan didn"t exactly lie, which is always a dangerous thing for a West Point cadet to do, but he colored his narrative so cleverly as to make it rather plain that Cadet Prescott had acted beyond his real authority.

"Still," argued Stubbs doubtfully, "there must have been some reason. I"ve known Prescott ever since he entered the Academy, and I never saw anything underhanded in him."

"I wouldn"t call it underhanded, either," explained Jordan.

"Prescott"s manner with me might much better be described as overbearing."

"It would have been underhanded, had he reported you when you were really doing nothing unmilitary or improper," interposed Stubbs quickly.

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