CHAPTER VII.
JORDAN MEETS DISASTER Belle, with her combination of impulsive temperament, good judgment and bluntness, came to the temporary rescue.
"Greg is trying to conceal the fact that he'll have a desperate rush to get into his dress uniform in time for parade," Miss Meade interposed.

"Anyway, there's far more about this matter than we can understand in a moment.

Greg, you and Dick can call on us at the hotel this evening, can't you ?" "We most surely can." "Then come, as early as you can.

We'll eat the earliest dinner we can get there, and be prepared for a long evening.

Now, hurry to your tent, for I don't want to see you reported for being late at formation." Between her visits to West Point, and her trips to Annapolis to see Dave Darrin, as related in the Annapolis Series, Belle had by this time a very considerable knowledge of formations, and of other incidents in the lives of Army and Navy cadets.
"This evening, then," replied Greg, shifting his campaign hat to the other hand and feeling like a man who has secured a reprieve.
"And give my love to Dick," Belle went on hastily, "and tell him that the President of the United States couldn't, if he wanted to, change our opinion of dear old Dick in the least." "Thank you," bowed Greg, gratitude welling up in his heart.
"And you send him your love, don't you, Laura ?" insisted Belle swiftly.
Laura recoiled quickly, flushing violently.
It was all right for Belle Meade to send her "love" to Prescott, for they were old friends, and Belle was known to be Dave Darrin's loyal sweetheart.
With Laura the situation was painfully different.