Then Chairman Fullerton put the motion.

There were cries of "too bad," but no dissenting votes.
In the meantime Greg and Anstey all but broke down a door in their effort to reach Dick quickly.
"Come on, old chap!" called Greg, pouncing upon his chum.

"It's all off! Savvy?
We have orders to drag you to class meeting, if force be necessary.

Come on the jump!" "Won't I, though ?" cried Dick, seizing his fatigue cap and hurrying on his uniform overcoat.
A smaller mind might have insisted on taking slowly the request from the class that had unintentionally done him such an injustice.
But Cadet Prescott was made of broader, nobler stuff.

He realized that, without exception, the manly fellows in his class were heartily glad to do him justice, now that they knew how blameless he had been.