"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. Every fellow in the corps will
know that. So you'll have to set your wits at work to find the
real explanation of the thing. How could that paper have gotten
in with your handkerchief?"

"I don't know," replied Dick, shaking his head hopelessly.

"Well, you've got to find out, son, and that right quick! There
isn't a moment to be lost! You didn't cheat---you wouldn't know
how do a deliberately dishonest thing. But that reply won't satisfy
the powers that be. You've got to get your answer ready, and
do it with a rush."

"Perhaps you can also suggest where the rush should start," observed
Prescott.

"Yes; I've got to suggest everything that is going to be done,
I reckon," muttered Greg, resting a chum's loyal hand on Dick's
shoulder. "Old ramrod, you're too dazed to think of anything,