"
"Bosh!" growled Spurlock, who was holding a handkerchief to a
nose that was bleeding freely.
Cadet Prescott drew himself up, his eyes flashing.
"Pardon me, sir," returned Dick. "But you know, as well as I, sir,
that a lie is impossible to a cadet."
It was a hard report to get around that a cadet had told a lie. At
times cadets have been known to lie, but invariably, after
detection, they have been "cut" and forced out of the corps. So
lying is a rare occurrence, indeed, among the cadets.
"I'll make you settle for this, anyway," sputtered Cadet Corporal
Spurlock.
"Very good, sir," Dick answered resolutely.
"You'll settle at once, too, mister, or as soon as I've stopped
this flow."
"Very good, sir," Dick answered again. "But if I'm not too b.j., sir,
in talking at all, I'll call your attention to that clock. There is just
time for you to reach your quarters before taps sound."
Spurlock glanced hastily at the clock.
"You're right, mister," he admitted. "Then you may wait until you
hear from me, mister."
With that Spurlock walked quickly from the room.
Dick examined his cot and found that Spurlock had been engaged
in the humorous trick of placing some two score exploded caps
from target-rifle ammunition under his under sheet.
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