"Then may a plague seize the cur!" cried Greg, vehemently. "Why,
if the fellow can buy other people into making out a case of libel
against you-----"
"I might be convicted, and that conviction would cut short my Army
career," replied Prescott as quietly as ever.
Greg stopped short in his walk, staring aghast at his chum.
"Why, can Dodge be scoundrel enough for that?" he gasped.
"The best way to judge a man, like a horse, is by the record of
his past performances," responded Prescott as quietly as ever.
"So that unutterable cur, since he couldn't remain in the Army,
is determined that you shan't, either! Dick, old ramrod, I'm
shaking all over with indignation and contempt, and you're as
cool as an old colonel going under fire again for the thousandth
time!"
"If there's any real danger I guess I'd better remain cool," spoke
Prescott slowly, though there was a flash of fire in his eyes.
"There's Bert Dodge again!" quivered Holmes, glancing along the
street. "Hurry up! Let's meet him. Just on general principles
one of us ought to thrash him, and I most joyously volunteer."
"Don't you do anything of the sort," begged Dick quickly. "We
don't want to make any matter worse.
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