You've got me run out of the cadet corps, but-----" "Out of the cadet corps ?" screamed Henckley.

"Then what becomes of what you owe me ?" "That's something you'll have to settle to your own satisfaction," jeered the dismayed cadet.

"I can offer you no help." Jordan turned on his heel, starting to walk away, when Mr.Henckley leaped after him, seizing him by the arm.
"See here-----" began the money shark hoarsely.
"Let go of my arm," warned Jordan in a rage, "or I'll hit you harder than Douglass did." As the money lender shrank back out of Jordan's reach, the cadet strode off swiftly.
Mr.Jordan was in his bed when the subdivision inspector went through the rooms that night.
At morning roll call, however, Jordan did not answer.
An investigation showed that he had gone.

All his uniforms and other equipment he had left behind, from which it was judged that Jordan had, in some way, managed to get hold of an outfit of civilian attire.
Jordan had deserted, with a heart full of hate for Dick Prescott, with whom the deserter swore to be "even" before the academic year was out..