Then, an instant later, just as Dodge was beginning to feel secure:
"Gallop!"
Dodge"s wild mount gave a snort, then bolted.
"Whoa, you unruly beast!" roared Dodge. Behind him rode the detachment, grimly merry, though with not a flicker of a smile showing.
Bert"s horse pulled away, and bolted, with Dodge tugging at the bridle.
Greg, riding behind him, endeavored to bridge the gap.
"Steady, Mr. Holmes!" shouted the cavalry instructor. "You may set the pace until Mr. Dodge regains control of his mount."
Straight around the tan-bark went Dodge and his mount, until the animal was in danger of colliding with Haskins" mount.
"Hard on your off rein, Mr. Dodge! Swing out into the center and bring your horse down!" ordered Captain Hall sternly.
Bert managed to swing out of the line, but that was all. He shot along on the inside, for the horse seemed to have a notion that it was racing the entire detachment, lap by lap.
"Have you utterly lost control of your horse, Mr. Dodge?" shouted Captain Hall.
Plainly enough the young man had, for, at that moment, the beast, its mouth sore from the continued tugging against the bits, slackened its pace, then plunged on its forefeet, throwing its heels high in the air.
With a gasp of terror Dodge struck the tan-bark, one shoulder landing first. But he still retained the bridle, and was dragged.
The vicious animal wheeled, rearing, and its fore-feet came down aimed at Dodge"s face.
d.i.c.k Prescott was the nearest cadet horseman at this moment.
Suspecting what might happen, Prescott had swung his own mount sharply out of line, riding straight after Dodge.
"Drop your bridle!" called d.i.c.k sternly.
Then, just as Dodge"s horse was bringing its fore-feet down, Prescott rode against the angry animal, striking it against the flank and shoving it sideways and back. The brute"s forefeet struck the tan-bark, but more than two feet from Dodge"s head. Bert had presence of mind enough to roll to one side.
In an instant Prescott was down out of saddle, holding his own splendidly disciplined mount by the bridle while he bent over his cla.s.s-mate.
Dodge lay on the tan-bark, his uniform awry and dirty, and his face blanched with fear of the horse.
"Are you much hurt, Dodge?" asked d.i.c.k.
"No, confound you!" muttered Bert under his breath.
As if to prove his lack of injury, he sat up, then rose to his feet.
"Mount, Mr. Prescott, and join the line," noting all with quick eyes. "Mr. Dodge, recapture your horse, mount and fall in."
That was the discipline of the tan-bark. If a cadet falls from a horse and has no bones broken, or no other desperate injury, he must wait until his horse comes around, catch it and mount again. If the horse be excited and fractious, all the more reason why the cadet should capture the beast and mount instantly. A horse must always be taught that a cavalryman is his master.
The riderless brute had fallen in at the tail of the line now, behind Cadet Corporal Haslins, and was going along peaceably enough---until Bert Dodge made a lunge for the bridle. Then the beast shied, and got past.
"Run after your horse, Mr. Dodge; catch him and mount him," called Captain Hall, fuming that this episode should steal away drill time from the other more capable young hors.e.m.e.n.
"Mr. Dodge," rapped out the cavalry instructor sharply, after Bert had made two more efforts to get hold of the bridle, "are you waiting for a groom to bring your horse to you?"
At this some of the pent-up merriment broke loose. Half a dozen yearlings chuckled aloud.
"Silence in ranks!" ordered the instructor sharply. Then, patiently, though with more that a tinge of rebuke in his tone, the captain added:
"Mr. Dodge, you"ve taken all the time we can spare you, sir.
Catch that horse instantly and mount!"
By sheer good luck Bert managed to obey. But his nerve was gone for the afternoon. He made a sad bungle of all the work, though he was not again unhorsed.
There was bareback riding, and riding by pairs, in which latter feat one man of each pair pa.s.sed his bridle to the comrade beside him, then rode with folded arms. Then came riding by threes, with the center man holding the bridles from either side, while each of the outer men rode with folded arms. Then, cautiously, the men were taught to stand on the bare backs of their horses and to move at a walk. By and by they would be required to ride, standing, at a gallop.
All through this drill, d.i.c.k Prescott rode with precision, power, and even grace.
Yet never had his mind been further from the present work than it was this afternoon.
Had Bert Dodge known more of what Prescott had seen as the former lay for that instant on the tan-bark, d.i.c.k"s enemy would have fallen from his horse in a delirium of fear.
For, as Bert fell in the center of the tan-bark the left sleeve of his coat had been pushed back, exposing the white linen cuff.
From the inner hem of that cuff, up to the middle, d.i.c.k Prescott had gazed, for an instant only, on row after row of small, evenly lettered words or rows of numerals. Prescott had not had time to bend close enough to see which.
Yet no sooner had d.i.c.k vaulted back into saddle again than the remembrance of that cuff flashed upon him.
"Dodge has been excelling in daily recitations, yet can"t do as well at general review!" flashed hotly through Prescott"s mind.
"And Dodge, the high-souled one who loathes cribs! If that writing on his cuff isn"t a crib of today"s math., then I"m a plebe!"
The thought would not down, even for a moment.
d.i.c.k became wilder in his thoughts the more he thought about it.
"The cribber! And he sought to blast me here on a false charge of cribbing. For now I know in my soul that he put that paper crib in my handkerchief that Friday morning months ago!"
d.i.c.k"s indignation, as he rode, was more than personal. True, he longed to show up the sneak who had nearly wound up another and honest cadet"s career here at West Point. But there was an even higher purpose in Prescott"s mind at the same time. The corps of cadets loathes a cribber as it does any other kind of cheat or liar. It is justly regarded as a moral crime for any cadet, knowing another to be a sneak, stand by and silently allow that sneak to graduate into the brotherhood of the Army.
"Dodge, you cur, every minute, now, is bringing you nearer your own merited disgrace," muttered d.i.c.k savagely. "As soon as this detachment is dismissed at barracks I"ll denounce you before all the fellows. I"ll insist that you expose that cuff---and you"ll have to do it!"
Once Prescott caught himself wondering whether he might not fail through being too hasty. Was it barely possible that the writing on Bert Dodge"s left cuff was wholly innocent?
"No! I"m not making any mistake, and I"ll prove it to my own satisfaction!" throbbed this cadet who had waited patiently all these months for complete vindication before the corps.
Never had d.i.c.k known such relief at being dismissed from riding drill. The detachment formed under Haskins" orders, and marched up the road from riding hall, across the street to the Academic Building, and then, with Corporal Haskins still at the head, turned in at the east sally-port.
But here, right at the entrance to the port, stood Chaplain Montgomery.
"Corporal Haskins," called the chaplain, as he returned the cadet officer"s smart salute, "will you excuse Mr. Prescott that I may speak with him?