"It is against the regulations for a cadet to call another to account for reporting him officially." "Oh, bother the regulations!" "If that is actually your view," replied Dick, with a smile, "then I will leave you to the enjoyment of your discovery concerning the regulations." "Prescott, you are a prig!" snapped Mr.Jordan.
"If it were necessary to determine that, as a matter of fact," answered Dick coolly, though he flushed somewhat, "I would rather leave it to a decision of the class." "Oh, I know you have plenty of bootlicks," sneered Jordan.

"I also know that you are class president.

But that is no reason why you should act as though you thought yourself a bigger man than the President of the United States." "Jordan, has the sun been affecting your head this forenoon ?" demanded Dick, with another keen look at his classmate.
"Well, you do act as though you thought yourself bigger than the President," insisted Jordan sneeringly.
"I am a cadet, not yet capable of being a second lieutenant, in the Army," Dick replied, regaining his coolness.

"The President is commander-in-chief of the combined Army and Navy." "You are utterly puffed up with your own importance," cried Jordan hotly, though in a discreetly low voice.

"Prescott, you are-----" Something in Jordan's eyes warned Dick that a vile insult was coming in an instant.
"_Stop_!" commanded Prescott, shooting a look full of warning at his classmate.