"Of course not," he replied. "But if we are going to dance, would you mind if we began now? I think this is my two-step."
She arose, and they went whirling about the room. But she was strangely quiet. Dick's enjoyment of the dance was not a bit lessened by seeing Dutton once more scowling at him from behind a draped pillar. The cadet captain had doffed his gray coat, and wore one belonging to his uniform. It formed a strange contrast to his otherwise Colonial costume. When the dance was over Dick saw him beckoning, and, excusing himself from his fair partner, he walked to where Dutton stood.
"You wished to speak to me?" asked Dick.
"Yes. Come outside."
"What for?"
"I wish to speak to you."
"Won't it do in here?"
"No!" snapped Dutton.
Dick hesitated a moment, and, not wishing to quarrel with the captain in the ballroom, he followed him out on a veranda.
"What do you mean by insulting me, and making me ridiculous?" demanded Dutton fiercely.
"Insulting you?" repeated Dick.
"That's what I said. You refused to come back when I called you. I'm your superior officer."
"Not on an occasion like this!" exclaimed Dick, and he drew himself up, and looked Dutton
