A Cadet's Honor

Chapter 10

"You shan"t fight him," he declared. "And if sending him to Coventry doesn"t do any good, we"ll find some other way, that"s all! And we"ll keep at him till he learns how to behave himself if it takes the whole summer to do it."

This was the young cadet officer"s parting vow, as he turned and entered his tent.

CHAPTER XI.

DISADVANTAGES OF "COVENTRY."

"Sir, the parade is formed!"



Thus spoke the cadet adjutant as he approached the lieutenant in command, and a moment later, at the word, the battalion swung around and marched across the campus. It was the evening dress parade of perhaps the best drilled body of troops in the country, and West Point was out in holiday attire to see it.

Seated on the benches beneath the trees on the western edge of the parade ground was a crowd of spectators--visitors at the post and nearly the whole plebe cla.s.s besides. For this was Sat.u.r.day afternoon holiday, and the "beasts" had turned out in a body to witness the performance of what they were all hoping some day to be.

It was a "mighty fine" performance, and one that made those same beasts open their eyes with amazement. Spotless and glittering in their uniforms were the cadets, and they went through all manner of difficult evolutions in perfect unison, marching with lines as straight and even as the eye could wish. It is a pretty sight, a ma.s.s of gray in a setting of deep green--the trees that encircle the spot, and it made the poor homesick "beasts" take a little interest in life once more.

Among these "beasts" were Mark and Texas. They sat under the trees a little apart from the crowd and watched the scene with interest. Mark had seen dress parades before; Texas had not, and he stared with open eyes and mouth, giving vent to an exclamation of amazement and delight at intervals.

"Look a" yere, Mark," he cried, "d"you think we"ll ever be able do that a" way. Honest, now? I think I"ll stay!"

"Even after you get through fightin?" laughed Mark.

"I don"t think I want to fight any more," growled Texas, looking glum.

"Since you an" me fit, somehow fightin" ain"t so much fun."

"What"s the fun o" fightin" ef you git licked?" he added, after a moment"s thought.

"I never tried it," said the other, laughing. "But I suppose you"ll be real meek now and let them haze you."

"Yaas!" drawled Texas, grinning. "Yes, I will! Them ole cadets git after me, now, by jingo, I"ll go out there an" yank some of "em out that parade an" lick them all t"once. But say! look at that chap on a horse."

"That chap"s the commandant," said Mark, "and he"s going to review the parade for a change."

"I wish I was in it," exclaimed Texas, "an" I wish I knew all that rigamarole they"re doin" now"--that "rigamarole" being the manual-at-arms. "I jest believe if I had somebody to teach me "cept that "ere yellin" tomcat of a Cadet Spencer I"d learn in a jiffy, dog on his boots!"

"There he is now," said Mark, "in the second line there. And there on the outside with his chevrons is Corporal Jasper, "the committee." They look very different when they"re in line."

"Nothin" "d make that red-headed, freckle-faced coyote of a drill-master look different," growled Texas. "I jes" wish he was bigger"n me so"s I could git up a sc.r.a.p with him. Jest think o" that little martinet a yellin" at me an" tellin" me I didn"t have any sense. To-day, for instance, d"you remember, he was tryin" to show Indian how to march an"

move his legs, an" Indian got twisted up into a knot; an" durnation, jist because I laughed, why he rared round an" bucked fo" an hour!

What"s the harm in laughing, anyhow?"

And Texas glared so savagely at his tormentor as the line swept by just then that Mark concluded there was no harm and laughed.

"You"re getting to be very stupid company, Texas," said he. "You never do anything but growl at the cadets. I wish I had some diversion."

And Mark turned away in mock disgust and glanced down the archway of trees.

"Here she comes," he said, after a moment"s pause. "That"s she walking up the path with a cadet and another girl."

Texas turned as Mark spoke, and looked in the direction of his nod.

"So that"s Mary Adams!" he exclaimed. "Well! well! That"s the girl you dodged barracks for, and risked your commission, and missed the fight, and got called a coward, and sent to Coventry, and lots else. I swear!"

"That"s the one," said Mark, smiling.

"She"s stunning pretty," added Texas, as the trio drew near. "Gee-whiz!

I don"t blame you."

"I liked her right well myself," admitted the other. "That is after I saw her with that brother of hers. She certainly is a good sister to him. But the cadets say she"s something of a flirt, and Wicks Merritt advised me to leave her alone, so I guess I shall."

"Sunday school teacher!" said Texas, laughing. "We"ll have to call you Parson, instead of Stanard. But I guess you"re right. That"s not a very beautiful looking cadet she"s with."

The three were pa.s.sing then, and Mark arose.

"I guess I"ll have to go speak to her," said he. "She"s beckoning to me.

Wait a moment."

Texas watched his friend approach the group; he could not hear what was said, however, and so he turned away to watch the parade. By doing it he missed an interesting scene.

Mary Adams welcomed Mark with a look of grat.i.tude and admiration that Mark could not fail to notice. She had not forgotten the magnitude of the service he had done for her. And then she turned to her two companions.

"Miss Webb," she said, "let me present Mr. Mallory."

The other girl bowed, and Mary Adams turned to the cadet.

"Mr. Murray, Mr. Mallory," said she.

And then came the thunderclap. Mark put out his hand; the cadet quietly put his behind his back.

"The cadets of this academy, Miss Adams," said he, "do not speak to Mr.

Mallory. Mr. Mallory is a coward!"

It was a trying moment; Mark felt the blood surge to his head, his fingers twitched and his lip quivered. He longed to spring at the fellow"s throat and fling him to the ground.

It was a natural impulse. Texas would have done it. But Mark controlled himself by the effort of his life. He clinched his hands behind him and bit his tongue, and when he spoke he was calm and emotionless.

"Miss Adams," he said, "Mr. Murray and I will settle that later."

The two girls stared in amazement, "Mr. Murray" gazed into s.p.a.ce, and Mark turned without another word and strode over to where his friend was sitting.

"Texas!" he muttered, gripping him by the shoulder. "Texas, there"s going to be a fight."

"Hey!" cried Texas, springing to his feet. "What"s that? Whoop!"

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