of late, among the cadets, and I must make an example. But, in view of your god conduct, and record I will not give you any demerits."
"Thank you, sir."
"Still, I must inflict some punishment. You will not be allowed to attend the football game this afternoon, but must remain in your room."
That was punishment indeed, for Dick felt that he would have a chance to play. Still, like a good soldier, he did not murmur. He concealed Glen's note in his hand, saluted the major and then, as chapel was over, he marched to his classroom, with a heavy heart.
"I wonder if that was part of a plot to get me into trouble," thought Dick, as he recalled what he had overheard Dutton say. "They're trying to force me to leave the academy. But I'll not go! I'll fight it out!"
He felt very lonesome as he had to retire to his room that afternoon, and heard the merry shouts of the football eleven, the substitutes, and the other cadets leaving for the final battle on the gridiron with Mooretown.
"How I wish I could go!" thought Dick. "I'm punished for something I didn't do. It isn't right. Still, perhaps Glen was so sick he didn't know what he was doing."
He had already sent Glen some more money, for he did not want to refuse one of the few favors that had been asked of him since coming to the academy.
