CHAPTER XIII.
IN CLOSE ARREST Ever since Greg Holmes first came to West Point he had been learning the repose and the reserve of the trained soldier.
Yet if ever his face betrayed utter abandonment to amazement it was now.
Cadet Holmes gazed at his chum in open-mouthed wonder.
"By and by," uttered Greg fretfully, "You'll tell me the meaning of this joke, and why Mr.Unwine should be in it, too." It was several minutes before Prescott turned around again.

When he did there was a furious glare in his eyes.
"Greg, old chum! This is no joke.

You heard Unwine.

He was delivering an official order, not carrying an April-fool package." "Well, then, what does it all mean ?" demanded Greg stolidly, for he began to feel dazed.

"But, first of all, old ramrod, aren't you going to get ready to fall in for dinner formation ?" Mechanically, wearily, Dick obeyed the suggestion.
As he did so he managed to tell the story of the section room to horrified Greg.
"See here," muttered Cadet Holmes energetically, "you didn't do anything in the cheating line.