"Mr. Prescott, fall out!" came Haskins" command.
With a feeling of horror and anguish d.i.c.k fell out, saluting Chaplain Montgomery, for the chaplain, though an ordained minister of the church, was also, by virtue of his post of chaplain, a captain of the United States Army.
On moved the detachment, the feet of the cadets moving at a rhythmic beat as these perfect young soldiers moved on across the barracks area.
And all Chaplain Montgomery had to say to Cadet Prescott was to tell him in which bound file of a magazine at the Y.M.C.A. could be found an article about which d.i.c.k had asked the churchman a fortnight before.
d.i.c.k returned thanks, though he meant no disrespect to the kindly chaplain. Then, saluting, he hurried on after the detachment.
But more than a fatal minute had been lost at the sally-port, and now the detachment was dismissed. The men had been in their rooms for at least forty-five seconds.
"No use to go to Dodge now!" thought d.i.c.k despondently. "Whether he knows that I saw that cuff or not, he has removed it and has it safely hidden by this time. Oh, if Chaplain Montgomery could have been a hundred yards further away at that moment!"
It was no use to lament. d.i.c.k concluded to wait and bide his time. The chance might yet come to catch Bert Dodge red handed.
"Though, if he suspects that I saw his exposed cuff, he"ll take pains that there is not further chance!" decided Cadet Prescott.
After that he went to his room, where he told Greg what he had discovered.
"It"s suspicious---mightily so," declared Holmes. "But it isn"t proof---not yet!"
Nevertheless, Greg, once he had heard, could not get the matter out of his mind either!
CHAPTER XXI
PITCHING FOR THE ARMY NINE
"d.i.c.k, old fellow, this is going to be a Gridley day for us!
It will carry us back to the good old High School days!"
Cadet Greg Holmes was radiant as he moved about their room in quarters that Sat.u.r.day morning while preparing for the call to breakfast formation.
Until one o"clock these young men of West Point would be busy in the section rooms, as on other week days. But the afternoon of Sat.u.r.day belonged to pleasure---on this Sat.u.r.day to sport!
Lehigh University was sending over the strongest baseball nine it could put up, in the effort to beat West Point on the Military Academy"s diamond.
"It"ll seem just like good old Gridley High School days," repeated Greg.
"Yes," smiled d.i.c.k darkly, "with the same rascal, Bert Dodge, to keep my thoughts going."
"Dodge won"t be in the game, anyway."
"He wasn"t much in Gridley, either," smiled d.i.c.k darkly.
"Oh, well, forget him until the game is over."
Morning recitations pa.s.sed off as usual. It was when the cadets came back from dinner,
First, there was a brief inspection, after which cadets, with leave to visit the West Point Hotel, or officers" homes, strolled away to meet young women friends.
"I"m due to be only a rooter today," sigh Greg, as he saw his roommate start off to the gym to meet the other members of the nine.
"Your luck may change," rejoined d.i.c.k. "You"d better go along to the gym. You"re the sub. shortstop, you know, and Meacham may not be on deck. Better come along, now."
"I will, then; I wasn"t going over until just before time to get into togs and sit on the bench."
Up to this time, neither Prescott nor Holmes had judged their academic standing to be good enough to make it safe for them to enter into sports. This winter and spring, however, had found them "safe" enough for them to go into training with the baseball squad.
d.i.c.k had tried for the position of pitcher, but Kennedy had been chosen, while Prescott had gone to second base. Tatham was the sub. pitcher.
"Say, have you seen the Lehighs?" demanded Furlong, as the chums joined the crowd at the gym. "They"re big fellows. They weigh a ton and a half to our ton."
"Lightness and speed count for more than beef in this game," smiled Prescott.
"Lehigh has sent some huskies, all right, and they look as if they"d give us a tough battle."
In baseball and football West Point plays college teams. The college men are generally older and much heavier. Besides, the college men, not having the same intense grind at their inst.i.tutions, are able to devote four or five times as much actual time to the work of training.
Despite these handicaps, the West Point team generally holds its own end up very well indeed. The West Point men have one advantage; they are always in training, for which reason their bodily condition is always good. It is in the finer points of the technique of the game that the United States military cadets suffer from less practice.
Maitland, of the second cla.s.s, was captain of the team this year.
He was a much disturbed man when d.i.c.k and Greg reached the gym.
"What ails Maitland?" d.i.c.k asked Furlong.
"Haven"t you heard? Kennedy is a great t.o.s.s.e.r, but he has his bad days when his wrist goes stale. And Tatham, the sub., fought his way through a poor dinner, but then he had to give up and go to hospital. He"s threatened with some kind of fever, we hear. That leaves us without a sub. today."
"Oh, does it?" thought Prescott. With quick step and eager eye he sought Captain Maitland, who was also catcher for the nine.
"Mr. Maitland, I understand you"re without a satisfactory sub.
pitcher for today?"
"Confound it, yes; we"re praying for the strength of Kennedy"s wrist."
"You may remember that I tried for pitcher."
"I know you did," replied Maitland gloomily. "But the coaches thought Kennedy and Tatham ahead of you."
"If Kennedy should go bad today," pressed d.i.c.k eagerly, "I trust you will be willing order me in from second to the box. I know that I won"t disappoint you. Ebbett and Dunstan are both good men at second."
Captain Maitland looked thoughtful.
"I"m afraid, Prescott, if Kennedy does happen to go stale, we"ll have to call on you."