"I wouldn't feel so bad about a call down over a bit of ordinary b.j.-ety.

I was scorched and withered for being a cold-foot and a quitter--and I deserve it all, and more!" "I'm glad you see that, old Gridley!" murmured Cadet Dick heartily.

"Now, Greg, you won't write another letter of resignation, will you ?" "Not if I die of homesickness and melancholy!" muttered Greg, clenching his hands.
"Now, after letting you in for an awful verbal flogging," smiled Dick curiously, "I'll let you into a secret.

I wrote a letter of resignation, too." "When ?" gasped Cadet Holmes amazed.
"Two days ago," confessed Dick.

"I read it through six times before sending it to the superintendent." "You didn't--send it to the superintendent ?" gasped Greg.
"No; because I also tore it to fine bits before sending it to headquarters--and so the letter never reached the one to whom it was addressed," laughed Cadet Prescott.