See here, Dodge is responsible for your humiliation, and we'll drag it all out of him, if we have to tie him up by the thumbs!" A knock at the door, and Anstey entered.
"I really couldn't get here before, old ramrod.

But I'd cut you in a minute if I thought it really necessary to come here and tell you that I don't believe any charge of dishonor against you, Prescott, could possibly be true." "It's mighty pleasant to have every fellow who feels that way come and say so," muttered Dick gratefully, as he thrust out his hand.
Another knock at the door.

Cadet Prescott must report at once at the office of the K.C.
Down the stairs trudged Dick, across the area, and into the office of the commandant of cadets.
"I want to know, Mr.Prescott," declared that officer, "whether you can throw any added light in regard to the occurrence in Captain Abbott's section room this morning." Dick had to deliberate, swiftly, as to whether he should say anything about having loaned Mr.Dodge his handkerchief briefly.
"I reckon I must speak of it," decided the unhappy cadet.

"I mean to have Dodge summoned, if I'm tried, so I may as well speak of it now." That, and other things, Dick stated.

The K.C.listened gravely.
It was plain from the officer's manner that he believed Prescott was going to have difficulty in establishing his innocence.
"That is all, Mr.Prescott," said the K.C.finally.