Dodge made his adieus hurriedly, walking up the ballroom just ahead of Furlong, who also had observed.

Bert felt sure so many of his comrades had seen and enjoyed his plight that his fury was at white heat as he stepped just outside the ballroom.
Furlong came after him, looking at him quizzically.
"We staggers have a hard time of it, eh, Dodge ?" grinned Mr.Furlong.
"Are you referring to the two femmes I was just billing ?" shot out Dodge impetuously.

"Oh, they're very inconsequential girls!" Mr.Furlong drew himself up very straight, his eyes flashing fire.
"You dog!" he exclaimed, in utter disgust.
Yearling Dodge turned ghastly white.
"You---you didn't understand me.

Let me explain," he urged.
"You can't explain a remark like yours," muttered Mr.Furlong over his shoulder, as he turned his back on Bert.
To be called a "dog" has but one sequence in cadet world.

Bert Dodge had to send his seconds to Mr.Furlong before taps.