"Mr. Anstey, you will chase the balk carriers," directed Dick.
"Please try to make up the time that has been lost. Mr. Jordan,
you are relieved from your duty, and will report yourself to the
instructor for gross lack of promptness in executing orders!"

There could be no mistaking the quality of the justly aroused
temper that lay behind Cadet Prescott's flashing blue eyes.

As for Cadet Jordan, that young man's face went instantly livid.
He clenched his fists, while the blackness of a storm was on
his features.

"Mr. Prescott," he demanded, "do you realize what you are
saying---what you are doing?"

"You are relieved. You will report yourself to the instructor,
sir!" Dick cut in tersely.

Anstey was already chasing the yearling squad out with the balks,
and the young men were moving fast.

As for Dick Prescott, he did not favor Mr. Jordan with a further
glance or word, but walked with swift step back to the task of
which he was in charge.

With face flushed, Mr. Jordan walked over to the instructor, reporting
himself as directed.

"Dismissed from to-day's instruction," said the Army officer briefly.
"Wait and return with the detachment, however."