"Better just wait and see what action the fellow Haynes will take for himself.

He may have the sense to resign." Resign?
That word was not in Haynes's own dictionary of conduct.
After his first few moments of despair, on gaining his room, the turnback had risen from his chair, his face showing a courage and resolution worthy of a better cause.
"Those idiots may think they have 'got' me," he muttered, shaking his fist toward the quadrangle.

"One of these days they'll know me better! I'll make life miserable for some of those pups yet!" Just before it was time for the call to dress parade Pierson came hurrying into the room to hasten into his full-dress uniform.
Haynes, already dressed with scrupulous care, looked curiously at his roommate.

But Pierson did not appear to see him.
Haynes stepped over to the window, drumming listlessly on the sill.

At length he turned around.
"Pierson," he asked, "have the fellows sent me to Coventry ?" "You don't need to ask that," replied the other coldly.
"Is it because of Prescott ?" "Yes.