THE FIGHT IN BARRACKS "Let go of me!" roared Dennison, as two men held him.

"Let me at that-----" "Any name that you would see fit to call me, Dennison, wouldn't sting," retorted Dick.

"You have forfeited the right to have your opinion considered a gentleman's." "Don't you ever call names ?" hissed Dennison.
"Only to the faces of the men to whom the names are applied," retorted Dick.
"And that's right," agreed Furlong heartily.

"We've been classmates nearly two years, and I've heard old ramrod say disagreeable things, once or twice, behind men's backs.

But it was never until after he had said the same thing to the man's face." "This isn't fair," fussed Dennison, "to hold me back after I've been insulted." By this time, half a dozen more cadets had stopped.