He may have felt badly, may have gone out on the platform for a whiff of fresh air, and then may have felt so much worse that he fell." "Depend upon one thing," put in Brayton decisively.

"Whatever Prescott does there's some kind of good reason for." "It's enough, for to-night, declared Greg, to know that the royal old fellow is safe, anyway.

To-morrow, well have the story, if there is any story worth having." Turnback Haynes received the news with mingled emotions.

His first sensation was one of relief at knowing that he was not actually a murderer---one who had wickedly slain a fellow human being.
It was not long, though, before Haynes became seized with absolute fright over the thought that Prescott must have recognized him.
"In that case, all I can do is to stick out for absolute and repeated denial," shivered the turnback.

"There's one great thing about West Point, anyway---a cadets word simply has to be taken, unless there is the most convincing proof to the contrary.
I guess Lewis will remember that I came in from the car ahead or seemed to.