Neither went to the hops now, either.
"Is Prescott afraid of me---or what ?" wondered Haynes.

"Perhaps he hopes I have forgotten him, but I haven't.

One thing is clear he doesn't intend to do anything about that train incident, or he'd have done it long ago.

If he thinks I have forgotten my dislike of him, he may be glad enough to have it just that way.
Bah, as if I could ever get over my dislike for a bootlick like Prescott! I'd like to get him out of the Army for good! I wonder if I can't, between now and June?
I'd like my future in the Army a whole lot better with Prescott out of it." So Haynes began taking to moody, lonely walks when he had any time for such outlet to his evil, feelings.
It is one of the strangest freaks of queer human nature that one who has once done another an injury ever after hates the injured one with an added intensity of hatred.
Turnback Haynes was quite able to convince himself that Dick Prescott, who avoided him, was really his worst enemy in the world.
So, one Saturday afternoon, in early April, it chanced that Dick and Cadet Haynes took to the same stretch of less-traveled road over beyond engineers' quarters.
Suddenly, going in opposite directions, they met face to face at a sharp bend in the road.
"Oh, you ?" remarked Haynes, in a harsh, sneering voice.
Prescott barely nodded coldly, and would have passed on, but Haynes stepped fairly in his path.
"Prescott," cried the turnback, "I don't like you!" "Then we are about even in our estimate of each other," responded Dick indifferently.
"Were you following me up, just now ?" "Why, as I have a memory, I might more properly suppose that you had been prowling on my trail," retorted Dick, eyeing his enemy sternly.
"Humph! What do you mean by that ?" demanded Haynes bristling.
"Do you deny, Haynes, that on the night when we were returning from the Army-navy game you pushed me from the rear platform of the train ?" Cadet Prescott spoke without visible excitement, but gazed deeply into the shifty, angry eyes of the other.
Haynes swallowed hard.

Then he replied gruffly: "No; I don't deny it." "Why did you do that, Haynes ?" "I haven't admitted that I did do it." "You know that you did, though." "Humph!" "Why did you do it ?" "I'll tell you, then," hissed the turnback.