CHAPTER V.
THE CADET "SILENCE" FALLS Six companies of sun-browned, muscular young men marched away to cadet mess hall that evening.
If any of these cadets were more than properly fatigued, none of them betrayed the fact.

Their carriage was erect, their step springy and martial.

In ranks their faces were impassive, but when they filed into the mess hall, seated themselves at table and glanced about, an orderly Babel broke loose.
At all, that is to say, save one table.

That was the table at which Cadet Captain Richard Prescott sat.
Greg was the first to make the discovery.

He turned to Brown with a remark.