I wonder if the silence is to be continued until I am forced to resign and give up a career in the Army ?" With such thoughts as these it was hard, indeed, to look and act as though nothing had happened.
But Cadet Jordan, taking eager, covert looks at his enemy from another table, got little satisfaction from anything that he detected in Prescott's face.
"Why, that b.j.( fresh) puppy is quite equal to cheeking his way on through the last year and into the Army!" thought Jordan maliciously.
"However, he's done for! No matter if he sticks, he'll never get any joy out of his shoulder straps." Little could Jordan imagine that Prescott's proud nature would long resist the silence.

If this rebuke were to become permanent, then Prescott was not in the least likely to attempt to enter upon his studies at the beginning of they Academic year in September.
And Greg! He didn't waste any time in trying to be just to any one.

All his hot blood rose and fomented within him at the bare thought of this terrible indignity put upon that prince of good fellows, Dick Prescott.

Holmes felt, in truth, as though he would be glad to fight, in turn, every member of the first class who had voted for the silence.
That practically all the fellows of the first class had voted for the silence, Greg did not for an instant believe.

He was well aware that Dick had many staunch friends in the class who would stand out for him in the face of any appearances.