"Sure's you're a foot high; but you know the orders. Mustn't do any foraging."
"Ah, what's the rule between friends? Besides, Colonel Masterly and Major Webster are away over on the other side of the woods. Send some of the freshmen after some corn."
"I'm not going to. You can if you want to."
"I will. Here, Boardman, you and Booker and Hamilton go and get some of that green corn."
"I'll not," replied Dick promptly, who knew that this refusal to obey his superior officer would be upheld, if, indeed, Dutton would dare prefer a charge against him.
"Afraid, eh?" sneered the young captain. "Very well, then, You take Hamilton's place, Butler."
The three lads designated, either being afraid to incur Button's displeasure, or because they wanted some of the corn, quietly sneaked into the field, and quickly returned with big armsful, which were soon put to roast, the husks being concealed under the leaves in the woods.
"Maybe, you'll have some?" asked Dutton, in sneering tones, of Dick, as the captain and his cronies began eating the roast corn.
"No thank you. Not that I don't like it, but I prefer to get it another way."
Dick felt that he was putting himself further than ever beyond the pale of his comrades' liking by his conduct, but he could not help it.
The lunch was almost over, and most of the
