If there's any fellow on earth who can jump in and scalp Fate, it's our old Dick.' There you are, Army chum! We're merely waiting for word that you've won out, for you're bound to." January came, and with it the semi-annual examinations.

So high was Dick's class standing that he had to go up for but one "writ." That was Spanish.
"I reckon Spanish is where he falls," chuckled Durville, when Jordan spoke to him about it.

"It's easy to make mistakes enough on Spanish verbs and declensions to throw a fellow down and out.
That'll be Prescott's line." "Of course," nodded Jordan.

Yet Dick's enemy was very far from feeling hopeful that such would be the case.
"I never imagined the fellow could stick as long as he has," Jordan told himself disconsolately.
One night Anstey, just before the semi-ans., took a chance.

Usually the Virginian was careful in matters of discipline.