And now, will you stop bothering me with the sound of your voice ?" "Pierson, you know, when a fellow is cut by the corps, his roommate is not required to avoid conversation with the unlucky one." "I know that," replied Pierson coldly.

"But I've had all I want of you and from you.

Except when it is absolutely necessary I shall not answer or address you hereafter." "How long am I to stay in Coventry ?" Pierson acted as though he did not bear.
"Has formal action been taken, or is this just a flash of prejudice, Pierson ?" No answer.
"Humph!" The call to form and march on to the parade ground was sounding.
Snatching up his rifle, Haynes stepped out and joined the others.
Haynes did not receive even as much as a cold glance.
"I'm less than a bit of mud to them!" thought the turnback bitterly.
"These fellows would step around a patch of mud, just to avoid dirtying their shoes." It was a relief to hear the command to fall in.

Haynes felt still better when the battalion stepped away at its rhythmic step.
He did not have to look at any of his contemptuous comrades now, nor did he need a word from them.
Somehow, though in a daze, the turnback got through dress parade without reproof from any of the watchful cadet officers.

Then, almost immediately after dress parade, came the hardest ordeal of all.
Once more, this time in fatigue uniform, the turnback had to fall in at supper formation.