"I'd feel out of place in such a crowd, for I've always considered myself Prescott's friend." "Do you place your friendship for Prescott above the dignity and honor of the class ?" demanded Jordan.
Stubbs flushed.
"I don't believe I'll stay, Jordan, thank you.

But I can offer you some advice, if you feel in need of any." "Yes?
Commence firing!" "Go slow in your grudge against Prescott.

Personally, I don't want to see either of you hurt." "Oh, Prescott won't really be hurt," sneered Jordan.

"He told me flatly that he'd decline any calling out that I might attempt." "You---you didn't try to call him out, did you ?" "I hinted that I might do so." "Call him out for reporting you ?" "Oh, I didn't specify what the cause of the challenge would be," returned Jordan airily and with a knowing wink.
"Jordan, old fellow, you don't mean that you'd call a cadet out for reporting you officially?
Why, that's against every tenet we have.

And if such a challenge came to the ears of the superintendent, or of the commandant of cadets, you'd be fired out of the corps before you'd have time to turn around twice." "Who'd carry the tale that I did call Prescott out ?" retorted Cadet Jordan, with a knowing leer.
"Prescott would, if he were a tenth part of the bootlick that you represent him to be," replied Stubbs.
"Better stay, old man; and I'll call in a few others." "No, sir," returned Cadet Stubbs, with a shake of his head.