Mr.Prescott is in Coventry." "Sad mistake," muttered Darrin.
"Eh ?" "A sad mistake.

You men have made a bad bungle; I know it." "It is a matter of internal discipline in the corps," replied the West Point cadet, speaking much more coldly.
"Yes, I know it," Dave replied quickly, "and I beg your pardon for having seemed to criticise the action of the Corps of Cadets.
However, anything that unpleasantly affects Dick Prescott is a sore subject with me.

Prescott is one of the best friends I have in the world." "Why, I've heard something about that," replied Fields in a less constrained tone.

"You and Mr.Prescott are old school cronies." "Of the closest kind," Dave nodded.

"That's why I feel certain that Dick Prescott never did, and never could do, anything dishonorable.
You'll surely find it out before long, and then the Corps will make full amends." "I fear not," replied Cadet Fields.