They can catch him, if they're sharp, and then pass the word through the class without bothering the authorities.

If Prescott is doing such things he must be driven from West Point." "He will be---see if he isn't," retorted Bert sullenly.

"I'm going to pass the word to the class." "And I'll post the men in the same section with him," promised Dennison.
"Why not post Prescott first ?" demanded a cold voice.

A cadet had halted behind the pair.
"Oh, you, Furlong ?" snarled Dodge, turning.
"Yes," replied Cadet Furlong.

"And I told you, on a former occasion, what I thought about back-biters." "Be careful, Furlong!" warned Dennison angrily.
"At your service, sir, any time," coolly replied Furlong, though he was a head shorter than Dennison, who was one of the big athletes of the yearling class.
"But the class ought to know some truths," retorted Dodge harshly.
"Here comes some of the class now," replied Furlong, as seven yearlings, on their way back from the library, turned in at the sally-port.