But I'm not going to make any denials now, unless Dick advises it." It was evening, after the cadets had returned from supper, when Mr.Haldane appeared and asked for Prescott.

The two stepped outside together, walking a little distance away to make the necessary arrangements.
Dick was already in possession of the few facts that Greg had to tell him.

Dick had advised against denying the prank, for the present, anyway.
"It would look like playing the baby act," Prescott had explained to his chum, and in this view Anstey agreed.
Mr.Haldane and Dick came to a speedy understanding.

The fight was to take place the next morning, at the first peep of daylight.
Promptly, however, the affair became noised about through camp.
Butler was a considerably larger man than Greg, and looked in every way more powerful.

Cadet Corporal Atwater, who was president of the yearling class, went to see Mr.Butler promptly.
"At least, Butler, if you insist that the fight must be fought, let the scrap committee choose one of our class who is down nearer to the plebe's size," urged Mr.Atwater.
"Under ordinary conditions, old fellow, I'd be tickled to do it," replied Mr.Butler.