Dick Prescotts's Fourth Year at West Point
Dick Prescotts's Fourth Year at West Point
Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps
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d from his tent, but on his face lay a scowl that boded ill for his appetite at the coming dinner.
Dick was a master of swift toilets. He was on the company street almost immediately after Jordan had stepped out under the shadow of a tree.
"Prescott," began Jordan stiffly, "I want a word or two with you."
"Yes?" asked Dick, looking keenly at his classmate. "Very good."
"Why did you report me this morning?"
"Because you performed the work in an indolent, laggard manner, even after I had cautioned you."
"Do you consider yourself called upon to be a judge of your classmates?"
"When I am detailed in command over them in any duty---yes."
"Shall I tell you what I think of you for reporting me?"
"It would be in bad taste, at least," Dick answered. "It is against the regulations for a cadet to call another to account for reporting him officially."
"Oh, bother the regulations!"
"If that is actually your view," replied Dick, with a smile, "the
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