"Mr. Briggs, take Mr. Furlong"s piece, and go through the silent manual of arms," ordered the president of the yearling cla.s.s.
Mr. Briggs picked up the rifle that Furlong pointed out to him.
Then, trying to look very grave in order to hide the extreme sheepishness that he really felt, Mr. Briggs brought the rifle up to port arms.
"Proceed through the manual, mister," d.i.c.k counseled. "And keep going until we decide that you have done it long enough to put you past the danger of pneumonia."
Standing stiffly, the plebe started through the manual of arms.
As soon as he had gone once through, with West Point precision in every movement, the plebe started in all over again.
"Now, do this to the stationary marching, mister," added d.i.c.k gravely, as though prescribing something for the very immediate benefit of the luckless fourth cla.s.sman.
With that, Mr. Briggs began to "march," though not stirring from the spot on which he was stationed. Left, right! left, right!
left, right! his feet moved, in the cadence of marching. At the same time the victim was obliged to raise his feet.
"Bring the feet up higher and more smartly, mister," directed d.i.c.k.
Pa.s.sing the rifle through every movement of the manual of arms, lifting his feet as high as he could, and yet obliged to bring them down noiselessly to the floor, Plebe Briggs quickly began to drip with perspiration.
Yet his inquisitors sat by with the judicial gravity of drill sergeants. For ten minutes Mr. Briggs continued this grotesque work. He knew better than to stop; it would not be wise, even, to send any appealing glances at his inquisitors.
"Halt!" called Prescott softly, at last.
Briggs stopped, holding himself at attention after he had allowed the b.u.t.t of the rifle to touch the floor noiselessly.
"Mister, return Mr. Furlong"s piece."
The plebe obeyed, wondering what next was in store for him. Prescott noted that Mr. Briggs"s legs were trembling under him.
"That is all, for the present, mister," announced the cla.s.s sergeant.
"But you will hold yourself in readiness, in case we call you out for a soiree this evening."
"Yes, sir," a.s.sented the plebe.
"You may go."
Mr. Briggs judged that he had better salute the yearling cla.s.s president very carefully as he pa.s.sed out with his bucket. This he did, then hastened down the company street.
This time, when he had vanished behind his own tent flap, Mr.
Briggs didn"t indulge in any grimaces or chuckles. Instead, he made haste to get off his dripping garments and to get out others, after he had enjoyed a rub down.
"Serves me right!" muttered the plebe. "I had been getting along first rate, with n.o.body bothering me. Then I had to get that b.j. streak on this afternoon. Now, I suppose I"m a marked plebe!"
CHAPTER III
GREG DEBATES BETWEEN GIRLS AND MISCHIEF
"Considering that you are the n.o.ble cla.s.s president, who had just made us feel so ashamed over our thoughts of hazing," muttered Mr. Furlong, "I must say, Prescott, that I don"t look upon you as any tyro at hazing."
"This case was very different," d.i.c.k answered quietly. "This plebe, Briggs, was caught in a very rank piece of b.j.-ety. We couldn"t let his offence go by. We hazed him for a straight cause, not merely for being a plebe. What I object to is annoying plebes simply because they are green men."
"But what about that soiree you mentioned to the plebe?" demanded Griffin eagerly.
"I told him only to be ready if called," Prescott made reply.
"I had no intention of bringing him over for a soiree this evening, unless the plebe does something else raw in the meantime."
A "soiree" is an inst.i.tution of the summer encampment. The plebe who is in for a soiree may be either a man who has committed some direct offence against the upper cla.s.smen, or a plebe who has been observed to be simply too b.j. in general. Mr. Plebe is directed to present himself at the tent of some upper cla.s.sman.
Several yearlings are here gathered to receive him. He is taken in hand in no gentle way. He is rebuked, scored "roasted." He is made to feel that he is a disgrace to the United States Military Academy, and that he never will be a particle of value in the Service. Mr. Plebe is hauled over the coals in a fashion that few civilians could invent or carry out. Very likely, on top of all the lecturing, the man will be severely hazed. He is also quite likely, especially if he show impatience, to be called out for a fight.
The b.j.-est plebe, after a soiree by capable yearlings, is always afterwards observed to be a very meek plebe.
The rain continued so long that not only were afternoon drills escaped, but dress parade as well. It was not, in fact, much before supper time that the rain stopped and the sun came out briefly. But the brief period of relaxation had been appreciated hugely throughout camp. Three quarters of the cadets under canvas had found time for at least a two hours" sleep.
When the battalion marched back from supper, and was dismissed, the young men turned to for their evening of leisure and pleasure.
Over at Cullum Hall there was to be a hop for the evening.
Not all cadets, however, attend hops at any time.
Not long after supper many of the cadets began to dress carefully.
"Going to the hop, old ramrod?" inquired Mr. Furlong, standing just outside his tent while he fitted a pair of white gloves over his hands.
"Not to-night," returned d.i.c.k indifferently.
"Why, do you know, you haven"t shown your face at hop yet?" Furlong demanded. "Yet when we were under instruction in the plebe cla.s.s, you turned out to be one of our best dancers."
"Oh, I"ll be in at one of the hops, later on in the summer," responded Prescott.
"One?" gasped Furlong. "Oh, you wild, giddy thing! You"re going to do better, aren"t you, Holmesy?" continued Furlong, as d.i.c.k"s old chum came out, fitting on a pair of white gloves.
"I"m going over and put my head in danger of being punched, I suppose," grinned Greg. "I"m going to have the nerve to "stag it" tonight."
The man who "stags it"---that is, does not escort any young woman friend to the hop, must needs dance, if at all, with the girl some other cadet has "dragged." This sometimes causes bad feeling.
"I"m going to drag a "spoony femme" tonight," declared Furlong, contentedly. "She"s no "L.P.," at that."
"Dragging a femme" is to escort a young woman to the hop. If she be "spoony," that means that she is pretty. But an "L.P."
is a poor dancer.
"Hotel?" inquired Greg.
"Yes," nodded Mr. Furlong, turning to leave. "Miss Wilton. I don"t believe you"ve met her. Unless she dislikes your looks I may present you to her."
"Do," begged Greg. "I"d enjoy going through a few dreamy numbers."