CHAPTER IV.
GREG'S CASE OF "BLUES" Only a moment did Mr.Edwards need for the reading of Greg's note.

Then the cadet lieutenant frowned at Dick.
"Mr.Prescott, what do you mean by perpetrating a poor-spirited joke under the guise of making an official communication ?" In an instant Dick saw clearly that be had made a military mistake.
"I beg your pardon, sir," he said meekly.
"This may all be a joke to you, Mr.Prescott," went on the cadet officer dryly, "but I presume it is none whatever to Mr.Holmes." As he hadn't been addressed, Greg did not venture to answer.

He stood rigidly at attention, though both he and Dick were flushing.
The paper that Mr.Edwards now held in his hand read as follows: "To THE SUPERINTENDENT," "THE UNITED STATES MILITARY ACADEMY." "Sir: I have the honor herewith to tender my resignation as a cadet in the United States Military Academy, the same to take effect immediately.

I have the honor to be, sir," "Very respectfully," "GREGORY HOLMES." "So that's the way you feel about it, is it, Mr.Holmes ?" questioned the cadet lieutenant, after a second glance at the paper.
"Yes, sir," replied Greg.
"This is the fourth letter of the kind that I've seen this week," continued Mr.Edwards stiffly, though a curious smile played about the corners of his mouth.

"I presume that two or three dozen, at least, of the same sort have been written by the new plebes.