As Captain Vesey, the tac., white-gloved, stepped into the room he was just in time to hear Cadet Judson say: "Perhaps if you were to work out a formula in algebra, mister, you would find the idea even more clear.

But I think you understand it now." "Yes, sir, thank you," replied Cadet Prescott.
"This is the way I would explain the problem," murmured Mr.
Pratt, to Greg and Anstey.

Just at that instant the yearling looked as though butter couldn't melt in his mouth.
Turning a bit, Pratt caught sight of the tac., who stood looking on as though transformed with wonder.
"Attention!" called Pratt at once.
All the others wheeled, Dick rising in order to do so.

Six young men who looked intensely earnest over study, faced the O.C.
respectfully.
Doubtless a bit taken back, certainly so if he had expected to find anything wrong, Captain Vesey took two steps into the room, glanced about him, then wheeled and walked out.
"I must be going now," uttered Yearling Judson a moment later.
"Call on me again, once in a while, if you need any help in math." "Thank you very much, sir," murmured Cadet Prescott respectfully.
"Coming along now, Pratt ?" called Judson.
"Yes; I must be getting back to my own bone," replied Yearling Pratt.
It would have been out of the question for yearlings to thank plebes for a service such as had just been rendered.

So the late hazers merely stepped from the room.
"Odd! Mighty queer!" muttered Captain Vesey to himself, as he unhooked his sword and stood it in a corner over in the O.C.'s office.