"Or, rather, Prescott is in Coventry, and Holmes prefers to stand by his friend in everything.
Holmes, being Prescott's roommate, doesn't have to keep away from Mr.Prescott." "Humph!" laughed Dan.

"I think I can see Greg Holmes turning his back upon Dick Prescott.

Why, Greg wouldn't do that even if he had to get out of the Army in consequence." "We did the only thing we could with the Prescott fellow," spoke up another cadet.
Dave Darrin's dark eyes flashed somewhat.
"Gentlemen," he begged quietly, "will you do me the very great favor not to refer to Prescott slightingly as a 'fellow.' He's one of the noblest youngsters I've ever known, and I'm his friend through thick and thin.

Of course, I don't expect you to know it yet, but I feel positive that you've made a tremendous mistake in sending to Coventry one of nature's noblemen." "Hm!" muttered some of the cadets, and slight frowns were visible.
"And when you lose the game to-day," continued Dan Dalzell, "it may be a comfort to you to know that you might possibly have won it if you had had Prescott and Holmes in your battle front." "Prescott isn't the only football player in the Army," returned Cadet Fields.

"Nor are he and Holmes the only pair of 'em." "You'll lose without that pair, though," ventured Dave.