"All in my foolishness!" growled Texas. "You see yesterday morning when he didn"t turn up to fight that "ere yearling fellow Williams, I thought "twas cause he was scared. An" so I got mad an" when he did turn up I went fo" him. An" then I went fo" the hospital."
"His conduct did seem unaccountable," rejoined the other. "And yet somehow I had an instinctive intuition, so to speak, that there was an adequate reason. And one is apt to find that such impressions are trustworthy, as, indeed, was most obviously demonstrated and consistently maintained by the German philosopher, Immanuel Kant. Are you acquainted with Kant"s antinomies?" the Parson added, anxiously.
"No," said Powers. "I ain"t. They ain"t got to Texas yit. But I wish I"d had more sense"n to git mad with Mark. I tell you I felt cheap when he did explain. I kain"t tell you the reason yit, but you"ll know it before long. All I kin say is he went down to Cranston"s."
"To Cranston"s? I thought we weren"t allowed off the grounds."
"We ain"t. But he took the risk of expulsion."
"And another, too," put in the Parson, "the risk of being called a coward an" being ostracised by the cadets."
"I dunno "bout the astercizin" part," said Texas, "but I know they called him a coward, an" I know they cut him dead. There won"t even a plebe speak to him, "cept me an" you an" Injun. An" it"s what I call durnation tough now, by Jingo!"
"It don"t worry me very much," put in a voice behind them.
The two turned and saw Mark looking at them with an amused expression.
"It don"t worry me much," he repeated. "I guess I can stand it if you"ll stand by me. And I think pretty soon I can get another chance at Williams, and then----"
"If ye do," cried the excitable Texan, springing up, "I"ll back you to murder him in jist about half a minute."
"It won"t be so easy," responded Mark, "for Williams is the best man in his cla.s.s, and that"s saying a great deal. But I"ll try it; and in the meantime we"ll face out the disgrace. I can stand it, for really there isn"t much privation when you have three to keep you company."
"I reckon," put in Texas, after a moment"s thought, "I reckon we"ll have to put off aformin" o" thet ere new organization we were a-talkin"
"bout. Cuz we kain"t git anybody to join ef they won"t any of "em speak to us."
"I guess we three are enough for the present," said Mark, "at least while all the cadets leave us alone. And if they try to haze us I think we can fight about as well as the rest of them. Then there"s Indian, too, you know; I don"t think he can fight much, but he"s----"
"Now, see here!" cried an indignant voice from the doorway, "now see here, you fellows! I think that"s real mean, now, indeed I do. Didn"t I tell you fellows I was going to learn to fight?" he expostulated.
"Didn"t I? Bless my soul, now, what more can a man do?"
Mark winked slyly to his companions, and put on his most solemn air.
"Do?" he growled. "You ask what more can a man do? A man might, if he were a man, rise up and prove his prowess and win himself a name. He might gird up his loins and take his sword in his hand and sally forth, to vindicate his honor and the honor of his sworn friends and allies.
That is what he might do. And instead what does he do? In slothfulness and cowardice he sits and suffers beneath the rod of tyranny and oppression!"
Mark finished out of breath and red in the face.
"Bless my soul!" cried Indian.
"Such a course is by no means entirely unprecedented," put in Stanard, solemnly. "It is common in the mythology of antiquity and in the legends of mediaeval times. Such was the course of Hercules, and thus did Sir Galahad and the Knights of the Round Table."
Poor Joe Smith was gazing at the two speakers in perplexity. He wasn"t quite sure whether they were serious or not, but he thought they were, and he was on the verge of promising to go out and kill something, whether a cadet or a grizzly, at once. The only trouble was that the tall, sedate-looking officer of the day, in his spotless uniform of gray and white and gold with a dazzling red sash thrown in, strode out of the guardhouse just then; a moment later came the cry, "New cadets turn out!" and Indian drew a breath of relief at being delivered from his uncomfortable situation.
Sat.u.r.day afternoon is a holiday at West Point. The luckless plebe, having been drilled and shouted at for a week, gets a much-needed chance to do as he pleases, with the understanding, of course, that he does not happen to fall into the hands of the yearlings. If he does, he does as they please, instead.
Sat.u.r.day afternoon is also a holiday time for the yearling, too, and he is accustomed to amuse himself with variety shows and concerts, recitations and exhibition drills, continuous performances that are free, given by the "beasts," the "trained animals," or plebes.
It may be well at the start to have a word to say about "hazing" at West Point. Hazing is abolished there, so people say. At any rate, there are stringent measures taken to prevent it. A cadet is forbidden in any way to lay hands upon the plebe; he is forbidden to give any degrading command or exact any menial service; and the penalty for breaking these rules is dismissal. The plebe is called up daily before the tactical officer in charge of his company, and asked if he has any complaint to make.
Such are the methods. The results are supposed to be a complete stopping of "deviling" in all its forms. The actual result has been that when a yearling wants to "lay hands upon the plebe" he does it on the sly--perhaps "yanks" him, as one peculiar form of nocturnal torture is termed. When the yearling wants some work done, instead of "commanding"
he "requests," and with the utmost politeness. If he wants his gun cleaned he kindly offers to "show" the plebe how to do it--taking care to see that the showing is done on his own gun and not on the plebe"s.
And the plebe is not supposed to object. He may, but in that case there are other methods. If he reports anybody he is ostracised--"cut" by every one, his own cla.s.s included.
This being the case, we come to the events of this particular Sat.u.r.day afternoon.
"There were three wily yearlings Set out one summer"s day To hunt the plebe so timid In barracks far away."
Only in this case there were half a dozen instead of three.
Now, of all the persons selected for torment that year, with the possible exception of Mark and Texas, the two "B. J."s," Indian was the most prominent. "Indian," as he was now called by the whole corps, was a _rara avis_ among plebes, being an innocent, gullible person who believed implicitly everything that was told him, and could be scared to death by a word. It was Indian that this particular crowd of merry yearlings set out to find.
Mark and Texas, it chanced, had gone out for a walk; "Parson" Stanard had, wandered over to the library building to "ascertain the extent of their geological literature," and to get some information, if possible, about a most interesting question which was just then troubling him.
And poor Joe Smith was all alone in his room, dreading some visitation of evil.
The laughing crowd dashed up the steps and burst into the room. Indian had been told what to do. "Heels together, turn out your toes, hands by your sides, palms to the front, fingers closed, little fingers on the seams of the trousers, head up, chin in, shoulders thrown back, chest out. Here, you! Get that scared look off your face. Whacher "fraid of.
If you don"t stop looking scared I"ll murder you on the spot!"
And with preliminary introduction the whole crowd got at him at once.
"Can you play the piano? Go ahead, then. What! Haven"t got any? Why didn"t you bring one? What"s the use of being able to play the piano if you haven"t a piano? Can you recite? Don"t know anything? You look like it. Here, take this paper--it"s a song. Learn it now! Why don"t you learn it? What do you mean by staring at me instead of at the paper?
There, that"s right. Now sing the first six verses. Don"t know "em yet?
Bah, what will you do when you come to trigonometry with a hundred and fourteen formulas to learn every night? Have you learned to stand on your head yet? What! Didn"t I tell you to do it? Who taught you to stand on your feet, anyhow? Why don"t you answer me, eh? Let"s see you get up on that mantelpiece. Won"t hold you? Well, who said it would? What"s that got to do with it? No! Don"t take that chair. Vault up! There. Now flap your wings. What! Haven"t got any? What kind of an angel are you, anyhow? Flap your ears. Let"s hear you crow like a hen. Hens don"t crow?
What do you know about hens, anyway? Were you ever a hen? Well, why weren"t you? Were you ever a goose, then? No? Well, you certainly look like it! Why don"t you crow when we tell you? What kind of crowing is that--flap your arms, there. Have you got any toothpicks? What! No toothpicks? Don"t suppose you have any teeth, either. Oh, so you have toothpicks, have you? Well, why did you say you didn"t? Take "em out of your pockets and row yourself along that mantelpiece with "em. "Fraid you"ll fall off, eh? Well, we"ll put you up again. Humpty Dumpty! Row fast now! Row! Get that grin off your face. How dare you smile at a higher cla.s.sman! You are the most amazingly presumptuous beast that I ever heard of. Get down now, and don"t break any bones about it, either!"
All these amazing orders, rattled off in a breath, and interspersed with a variety of comment and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n, poor Indian obeyed in fear and trembling. He was commanded to fall down, and he fell; he was commanded to fall up, and he protested that the law of gravitation----"Bah! why don"t you get the law repealed?" He wiped off a smile from his terrified face and threw it under the bed. Then, gasping, spluttering, he went under and got it. He strove his very best to go to sleep, amid a variety of suggestions, such as which eyes to shut and which lung to breathe through.
This went on till the ingenuity of the cadets was nearly exhausted. Then one individual, more learned than the rest, chanced to learn the ident.i.ty of the Indian"s name with that of the great Mormon leader. And instantly he elbowed his way to the front.
"Look here, sir, who told you to be a Mormon? You"re not a Mormon? Got only one wife, hey? None? Then what sort of a Mormon are you? Why have you got a Mormon"s name? Did you steal it? Don"t you know who Joseph Smith was? No? Not you, the great Joseph Smith! Suppose you think you"re the great Joseph Smith. Well, now, how on earth did you ever manage to get into this academy without knowing who Joseph Smith was? Didn"t ask you that, you say? Well, they should have! Fellow-citizens and cadets, did you ever hear of such a thing? There must be some mistake here. The very idea of letting a dunce like that in? Why, I knew who Joseph Smith was about seventy-five years ago. Gentlemen, I move you that we carry this case to the academy board at once. I shall use my influence to have this man expelled. I never heard of such a preposterous outrage in my life! Not know Joseph Smith! And he"s too fat to be a cadet, anyhow.
What do you say?"
"Come ahead! Come ahead!" cried the rest of the mob, indignant and solemn.
And almost before the poor Indian could realize what they were doing, or going to do, the whole crowd arose gravely and marched in silence out of the room, bent upon their direful mission of having the Army Board expel Indian because he had never heard of Joseph Smith, the Mormon prophet.
And Indian swallowed every bit of it and sat and trembled for his life.
CHAPTER VI.
INDIAN"S RE-EXAMINATION.
It was a rare opportunity. The six yearlings made for camp on a run, and there an interesting conference was held with a few more choice spirits, the upshot being that the whole crew set out for barracks again in high spirits, and looking forward to a jolly lark.
They entered the building, causing dire fear to several anxious-looking plebes who were peering out of the windows and wondering if this particular marauding party was bound in their direction. It was one of the empty rooms that they entered, however, and there they proceeded to costume one of their number, putting on a huge red sash, some medals, a few shoulder straps borrowed for the occasion, and, last of all, a false mustache. This done, they hastened over to the room where the unfortunate "Mormon" still sat. The "officer" rapped sharply on the door.