Captain Goodwin looked Greg over and ordered him to remain at
hospital that night for observation and treatment, declaring that the
young plebe would doubtless be all right by morning.
Cadet Prescott was alone in their room, boning hard, at about nine
that evening, when a member of the cadet guard informed him that
he was wanted by the O.C. It was only to make an explanation of
something trivial that had occurred that afternoon.
As Dick rose, placing his desk in order, he decided to turn off the
gas during his absence. This he did, then left the room.
Crossing the area he climbed the stairs to the office of the O.C.
Pausing at the threshold, he saluted, then was bidden to enter.
Dick's report was quickly made. He was then permitted to return to
quarters.
As Cadet Prescott threw open his door the room was in darkness,
hardly any light entering from the hallway.
As Dick stepped into the room he was startled to see a dimly
defined figure bending over his cot.
In the poor light it seemed to Prescott that the intruder wore the
attire of a "cit."
Now, no civilian had any right in the room, nor in cadet barracks,
for that matter.
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