CHAPTER II.
JORDAN REACHES OUT FOR REVENGE "Hello, there, Stubbs!" called Jordan from the doorway of his tent.
"Oh, that you, Jordan ?" called Stubbs.
"Yes; come in, won't you ?" Cadet Stubbs, of the first class, looked slightly surprised, for he had never been an intimate of this particular cadet.
"What's the matter ?" asked Stubbs, pushing aside the tent flap and stepping into the tent.
Then, remembering something he had heard, Stubbs continued quickly: "You're in a little trouble of some kind, aren't you, old man ?" "Oh, I'm in con." growled Mr.Jordan.
"Con." is the brief designation for "confinement." "Some report this morning, eh ?" "Yes; that dog Prescott sprung a roorback on me.

Sit down, won't you ?" "No, thank you," replied Cadet Stubbs more coolly.

"Jordan, `dog' is a pretty extreme word to apply to a brother cadet." "Oh, are you one of that fellow's admirers ?" demanded the man in con.
"I've always been an admirer of manliness," replied Stubbs boldly.
"Then how can you stand for a bootlick ?" shot out Jordan angrily.
"I don't stand for a bootlick," replied Cadet Stubbs.

"I never did." "Now, I don't want to play baby," went on Jordan half eagerly.
"I'm not resenting, on my own account, what happened to-day.
But it was an outrage on general principles, for the affair made a fool of me before a lot of new yearlings.

Stubbs, we're first classmen, and we shouldn't be humiliated before yearlings in this manner." "I wasn't there," replied Stubbs.