The class president stood there, like a statue, looking straight past Prescott, as though he did not know that such a being existed anywhere in the world.
Now, with despair tugging at his heart, Prescott released his hold.
Cadet Douglass moved forward again.

Dick stood watching his brother cadet with a feeling of despair until he saw that Douglass was moving softly.

Dick saw him go quietly around the corner of the building.

Now, Dick was at his heels, stealthy as any Indian could have been, until he looked around the corner and saw that Cadet Douglass had slipped into the same shadow that Dick himself had occupied until a moment before.
"Now, if that pair yonder will only go on talking about me for sixty seconds!" thought Dick in a frenzy.
Again he flew toward the front of the building.

There was just one other cadet outside---Durville, the man whom he had been obliged to report for a tremendously grave breach of discipline.
But Dick Prescott's courage was up now.