"Mr.Judson and Mr.Pratt have a pretty bad reputation for hazing.

And yet, when I come upon them, it is to find them helping the poor young greenhorns through the mazes of math.

I wonder if that was a put-up job on me." "Well you are a silly ninny, Prescott!" uttered Cadet Dodge disgustedly.
"Meaning--what ?" asked Dick coolly.
"Those yearlings were just about caught redhanded." "Yes." "And you had to go to work and arrange amateur dramatics like a flash.

So when the tac.

pops in here, he finds those most estimable young ruffians conducting an innocent day school here!" "Well ?" demanded Prescott.
"Why didn't you leave it for that yearling couple to pull their own chestnuts out of the fire ?" "Because," replied Dick quietly, "I'm not going to be the means, if I can help it of having any man kicked out of this corps when he's as anxious to be a soldier as I am!" "You're a ninny, just the same!" Bert decided.
"And you're a hopeless minority here, Dodge, so come along back to our room," broke in Anstey.