As he had just boasted to himself, he was powerful enough to be able to overpower Dick in a hand-to-hand conflict, yet the scoundrel meant to attack Prescott unawares, without giving the latter a chance to defend himself.
Then, too, the sight of Laura, looking sweeter and more beautiful than she had ever appeared in her life, goaded Jordan on to greater fury.
"That is the very girl I had planned to cut Prescott out with, after he had been kicked from the service, and I was still in the uniform.

But it fell out the other way about," gritted Jordan.
"Prescott wears the uniform, and I've been dishonorably dropped from the rolls! Prescott, I've a double score to settle with you to-night!" But of all this, of course, Prescott was wholly unaware.
"How much time have we to spare ?" queried Dick, then glancing at his watch.

"Ten minutes.

Laura, will you stroll around the Hall with me and look down over the cliff at the noble old Hudson! This will be one of my last glimpses as a cadet." Laura assented.

Greg was about to follow, when Belle Meade drew him back.
"Take me inside," she urged.