Probably I shall have to walk punishment tours, too!" Somehow, Jordan had come along through his more than three years in the corps without attracting much attention.
He had made no strong friends; even Jordan's roommate, Atterbury, felt that he knew the man but slightly.
True, Jordan had not so far been strongly suspected of being morose or surly; he had escaped being ostracized, but he certainly was not popular.

If he had made no strong friendships, neither had he so deported himself as to win enmity or even dislike.

He was regarded simply as a very taciturn fellow who desired to be let alone, and his apparent wish in this respect was gratified.
Dick Prescott was of an entirely different character.

Open, sunny, frank, manly, he was a born leader among men, as he had always been among boys.
Dick was a stickler for duty.

He was in training to become an officer of the Regular Army of the United States, and Prescott felt that no man could be a good soldier until the duty habit had become fixed.