I slept like a top, sir, last night." "You feel fit then, Mr.Prescott, to return to full duty?
asked the K.C.
"Wholly fit, sir." "Very good.

Then I will so mark you.

Go to your quarters, Mr.
Prescott, and wait until the next call, which will be the call for dinner formation." Saluting the commandant, Prescott left the cadet guard house, hastening to his own room.
A few minutes later Cadet Holmes burst in upon his chum.
To him Dick told the whole story of his striking the water, of his swimming to shore, and of hurried trip through the cold night to the nearest house.
"And you're sure you were pushed ?" questioned greg thoughtfully.
"Either I was pushed, or it was all a horrid dream," replied Dick fervently.
"Then why didn't you so tell the K.C. ?" "I answered the K.C.truthfully, Greg.

I told him all that I really know.

I didn't feel called upon, and wasn't asked, to tell him anything that I guessed." "What is your guess ?" insisted Holmes, with the privilege of a friend.
"Greg, as far as I can be sure of anything without knowing it, I am absolutely certain that a cadet came out of the car, behind me, and that he pushed me off the platform." "A cadet ?" demanded Greg, turning pale.