Although his lot had been cast with Army officers for more than three years, he had never heard any of them, save the chaplain, discuss matters of Christian faith.
Yet he knew that Denton, who sat beside him, smiling with friendly eyes, was talking from full conviction.
"You've made me see my present predicament in a somewhat different light, sir," Dick stammered.
"Prescott, I have knocked about in a good deal of rough life since I was graduated from here, but I have full faith that every upright and honorable man is ultimately safe under Heaven's justice.
So have you, or I am mistaken in you.

Why not buck up, and make up your mind to go through your hard rub here firm in the conviction that this is only a passing cloud that is certain to be dispelled?
Why not stick, like a man of faith and honor?
Now, as officer in charge, I will inform you that you should take a letter of resignation to the adjutant's office, and hand it to that officer in person." As your friend, I suggest that you give me your letter, with your permission to destroy it." "Here is the letter, Mr.Denton." "Thank you, my boy.

You may see what I do with it." Rising, Lieutenant Denton crossed to an open fire that was burning low.

He laid the envelope across the embers.
Prescott, too, rose, feeling that the interview was at an end.
"Just a moment more of friendly conversation, Prescott," continued the lieutenant, coming forward and taking the cadet's hand.

"I want you to remember that you are not to write or send in any other letter of resignation until you have first talked it over with me.