"I reckon I must speak of it," decided the unhappy cadet. "I mean to have Dodge summoned, if I"m tried, so I may as well speak of it now."
That, and other things, d.i.c.k stated. The K.C. listened gravely.
It was plain from the officer"s manner that he believed Prescott was going to have difficulty in establishing his innocence.
"That is all, Mr. Prescott," said the K.C. finally. d.i.c.k saluted and returned to his room.
In the few minutes that had elapsed, Anstey had done much. In the room were a dozen yearlings who were known to be among d.i.c.k"s best friends. All shock his hand, a.s.suring him that nothing could shake their faith in him. It was comforting, but that was all.
"You see, old ramrod," muttered Greg, when the callers had left, "there are enough who believe in you. Now, you"ve got to justify that faith by hammering this charge into nothingness. Someone has committed a crime---a moral crime anyway. In my own mind Dodge is the criminal but I"m not yet prepared to prove it."
In the meantime Cadet Albert Dodge was over in the K.C."s office, undergoing a rigid questioning. Dodge freely admitted the episode of handkerchief borrowing but denied any further knowledge.
When Bert returned to barracks he was most bitter against d.i.c.k.
To all who would listen to him Dodge freely stated his opinion of a man who would seek to shield his own wrong-doing by throwing suspicion on another.
"There were plenty who saw me borrow the handkerchief," contended Dodge stormily. "Whoever saw me take it also saw me return it.
I"ll defy any man to state, under oath, that I returned more than the handkerchief."
"How did the smear happen to be on your hand?" asked Dunstan, who, besides belonging to the same mathematics section with Prescott was also a warm personal friend.
Bert hesitated, looked uneasy, then replied:
"How about the smear? Why---I don"t know It may have come from a match."
"Yes, what about that smear? How did it come there?" cried Greg, when Dunstan repeated Dodge"s words.
Through Greg"s mind, for hours after that, the question insistently intruded itself:
"How about that smear?"
Yet the question seemed to lead to nothing.
The next morning, Sat.u.r.day, it was known, throughout cadet barracks, that a general court-martial order for Prescott would be published that afternoon.
On the one o"clock train from New York came Mrs. Bentley, Laura and Belle. They entered the bus at the station, and were driven up, across the plain, to the hotel.
After dinner, the girls waited in pleasant expectancy for d.i.c.k and Greg to send up their cards.
Greg"s card came up, alone.
Anstey was back in quarters with d.i.c.k.
CHAPTER XIV
FRIENDS WHO STAND BY
"Well?" cried d.i.c.k, darting up, his eyes shining wildly when Greg finally threw open the door.
"Oh, bosh!" cried Greg jubilantly. "Do you think those girls are going to believe anything against you?"
"What did they say?" demanded d.i.c.k eagerly.
"Well, of course they were dazed," continued Greg. "In fact, Mrs. Bentley was the first to speak. What she said was one word, "Preposterous!""
"There"s a woman aftah my own heart, suh," murmured Anstey.
"Belle got her voice next," continued Greg. "What she said was: ""You"re wrong, Mrs. Bentley. It isn"t even preposterous.""
"Miss Meade surely delighted me, the first time I ever saw her,"
murmured Anstey.
"Laura looked down to hide a few tears," continued Greg. "But she brushed them away and looked up smiling. "I"m sorry, sorry, sorry for d.i.c.k"s temporary annoyance," was what Laura said. "But of course I know such deceit would be impossible in him, so I shall stay here until I know that the Military Academy authorities and the whole world realize how absurd such a suspicion must be.""
"She"s going to remain here?" faltered d.i.c.k.
"All three of "em are. They couldn"t be driven off the reservation by a file of infantry, just now. But both of the girls insisted on sending you a note. Which will you have first?"
"Don"t trifle with me, Greg," begged Prescott.
Anstey rose to go.
"Don"t take yourself off, Anstey old fellow. Just pardon me while I read my notes."
d.i.c.k read Laura"s note through, thrilling with the absolute faith that it breathed:
"Dear d.i.c.k: Don"t be uneasy about us, and don"t worry about yourself, either. I couldn"t express what I think about the charges, without having a man"s license of speech! But you know all that I would write you. Just keep up the good old Gridley grit and smile for a few days. We are going to be here to attend that court-martial, and to give you courage from the gallery---but I don"t believe you need a bit. Faithfully, Laura."
Belle"s note was much shorter. It ran:
"Dear d.i.c.k: What stupid ideas they have of comedy here at West Point!"
And, as Belle knew that she wasn"t and couldn"t be d.i.c.k"s sweetheart, she had not hesitated to sign herself, "Lovingly, Belle."
d.i.c.k pa.s.sed each note in turn to Anstey.
"Your town suhtinly raises real girls!" was the southerner"s quiet comment.
d.i.c.k felt like a new being. He was pacing the floor now, but in no unpleasant agitation.
"Did you impress the girls with the knowledge that I begged them to go to the hop tonight?" asked Prescott, stopping short and eyeing Greg.
"Did you think I"d forget half of my errand, old ramrod?" demanded Holmes indignantly "I delivered your full request, backed by all that I could add. At first Mrs. Bentley and Laura were shocked at the very idea. But Belle broke in with: "If we didn"t go, it would look as if we were in mourning for some one. We"re not. We"re just simply sorry that a poor idea of a farce keeps dear old d.i.c.k from being with us tonight. If we don"t go, d.i.c.k Prescott will be more unhappy about it than anyone else in the wide world.""
"Miss Meade suhtinly doesn"t need spectacles," murmured Anstey.