CHAPTER X.
LIEUTENANT DENTON'S STRAIGHT TALK "Let me have that paper!" demanded Greg, darting forward.
There was fire in Cadet Holmes's eyes and purpose in his heart as he reached forward to snatch the sheet from the desk.
Yet Dick Prescott stepped before him, thrusting him quietly aside with a manner that was not to be overridden.
"Don't touch it, Greg!" he ordered in a low voice that was none the less compelling.
"But you shan't send that resignation in!" quivered Greg.
"My dear boy, you know very well that I shall!" "Have you no thought for me ?" Cadet Holmes demanded.
"My going may put you in a blue streak for a week, old fellow, but it will put me in a blue streak for a lifetime.

Yet there's no other way for me.

What's the use of being an ostracized officer in the service?
With you, Greg, old chum, it is different.

You will, after a little, be very happy in the Army." "Happy in the---nothing!" exploded Greg.

"I told you, weeks ago, that if you quit the service, I would do the same thing." "But you won't," urged Dick.