CHAPTER VII.
PRESCOTT LAYS A POWDER TRAIL Greg Holmes turned very white for an instant.
Then a flush rose to his face.

He leaped to his feet, his hands clenched.
"This is an infamous, outrageous, lying-----" "Thank you, Greg," Prescott broke in coolly.

"But will you let me question Mr.Griffin ?" "Yes," subsided Greg, sinking back into his chair.

"I don't know that I could say any more.

It would be merely a change in the words." Cadet Prescott turned back to the lawyer.
"Mr.Griffin, will you tell me why you sent for me ?" "Because," replied the man of law, "I have some knowledge of the average West Point material.