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