Yet not a thing that Dick did escaped the covert watchfulness of his roommate.
The semi-ans.

over, and the results posted on the bulletin board in the Academic Building, it was discovered that Cadet Richard Prescott now stood number twenty-four in his class---a rank never heretofore won by him.
Cadet Jordan was so furious that his face was ghastly white when he made the discovery.
"Will nothing ever drive that living disgrace Prescott out of the corps ?" Jordan asked three or four of the men.

"Why, the fellow is defying class authority! He's making fools of us all.
He bluntly asks us what we think we can do about it!" "We'll have to show Prescott, then," grimly replied one of the cadets with whom Jordan talked.
"But how ?" demanded Cadet Jordan craftily.

"Is there any possible way of making as thickheaded or stubborn a fellow as Prescott realize that he simply can't go on with us?
That we won't have him with us ?" "Oh, I think there's a way," smiled the other cadet.
"Then I wonder why some one doesn't find it ?" demanded Jordan wrathfully.
"We shall, I think." Greg scented new mischief in the air, yet he was hardly the one to do the scouting.
Anstey, however, could look about for the news, and he could properly discuss it with Cadet Holmes.
With the beginning of the last half of the year the members of the first class found themselves sufficiently busy with their studies.
Dick's affair was allowed to slumber for a few days.
Even Cadet Jordan, whose sole purpose now in life was to "work" Prescott out of the corps, was clever enough to assent to letting the matter rest for a few days.
After another fortnight, however, the first class, in its moments of leisure, especially in the brief rests right after meals, again began to throb over what was considered the brazen and open defiance of Dick Prescott in persisting in remaining a cadet at the Military Academy.
So many members of the class, however, insisted on going slowly and with great deliberation that the Jordan faction did not make the mistake of rushing matters.

At any rate, Prescott was in Coventry, and there he would stay.
Thus February came on and passed slowly.