"You will realize, as we do, that the first discussion of the matter should take place before the commanding officer." Greg followed his chum in.
"Oh it's nothing," they heard Captain Cartwright assure the others.
"It ought to blow over, and I hope it will.

A certain officer took what I thought too much liberty with me, and when I resented it his friend took a hand in the matter.

I hope we can set it all straight before Colonel Cleaves." Behind the closed door, hearing what was said, Prescott turned on his friend with eyebrows significantly raised.

Greg nodded.
No word was spoken.
Apparently Captain Cartwright also went to his quarters, for the steps of many sounded outside, and then all was still.
Prescott had picked up a book and was reading.

Greg walked over to the window and stood looking out into the sun-baked company street.
"I must go over to company office for an hour or so," announced Captain Dick, glancing at his wrist watch and laying down his book at last.