Whatever I decide upon will be what I finally believe to be for the best good of the service." "Humph!" muttered Greg, looking wonderingly at his chum.
In the closing period of the next forenoon Dick's section did not recite.

Greg's did.

So Prescott was left alone in the room with his books.
Despite himself, Greg was so worried, during that recitation, that he "fessed cold"-- -that is, he secured a mark but a very little above zero.
As soon as the returning section was dismissed Cadet Holmes, his heart beating fast, hurried to his room.
There sat Dick, at the study table, as Greg had left him.

But Prescott had pushed his textbooks aside.

Before him rested only a sheet of paper.