It seems impossible, Dick.

Had anyone else but you told me this, even against Haynes, I would have turned on my heel and walked away." "I hope it isn't true---I hope it is all a hideous nightmare, born of my dismay when I found myself going through space!" breathed Dick fervently.
"What are you going to do about this ?" asked Greg huskily.
"Nothing whatever." "You are not going to mention Haynes to anyone else ?" "No, sirree! I shall keep my eyes open a bit when Haynes is around; that is all." "I hope it isn't true---oh, I hope it isn't true," breathed Greg fervently.

"But I know you're no liar, Dick, and you're no dreamer of dreams! Confound it, I almost wish you hadn't told me this.
But I asked you to." Greg's face was a queer ashen gray in color.
At that moment the call for dinner formation sounded.
"You're all ready, Dick, so hustle along.

I've clean forgotten to get myself ready.

You hustle, and I'll try not to be late in the formation." As Cadet Prescott hastened along through the lower corridor, he came face to face with the turnback.
Haynes stopped short, his jaw drooping.