CHAPTER XII
READY TO BREAK THE CAMEL"S BACK
From Thanksgiving to Christmas the time seemed to fly all too fast for most of the young men of the corps of cadets.
d.i.c.k Prescott, however, had never known time to drag so fearfully.
Cut off from a.s.sociation with any but Greg, d.i.c.k had much, very much time on his hands.
Full of a dogged purpose to stick to his word given to Lieutenant Denton, Prescott used nearly all of his waking time in study when he was not at recitation. In his cla.s.ses he soared. In engineering and law, the studies of this term which called for the most exacting thought, Prescott showed unusual signs of "maxing," or getting among the highest marks. Yet, after all this was done, so much leisure did the lonely d.i.c.k have that he found time to coach Greg and pull him along over the hard parts.
"Look at that fellow recite! Look where he stands in the sections!"
growled Durville in bewilderment to Jordan.
"It looks as if the sneak meant to stick," uttered Jordan incredulously.
"Yet of course he knows he can"t. If it were only for West Point he might stick, but the Army, through his lifetime, would be just as bad for him."
It had been a general notion that Prescott, either too proud or too stubborn to allow himself to be forced out, would wait and "fess out cold" at the January semi-annuals. Thus he would be dropped for deficiency, and would not have to admit to anyone that he had allowed himself to be driven from the Military Academy by the "silence" that had been extended to him.
Jordan knew better than to go near the fiery young Anstey, so he managed to induce Durville to speak to the Virginian as to Prescott"s plans.
"I don"t know Mr. Prescott"s intentions, suh," replied Anstey with perfect truth and a good deal of dignity. "I am bound, suh, to follow the cla.s.s"s action, suh, much as I disapprove of it.
So I have had no word with Mr. Prescott later than you have."
"But you know the fellow"s roommate, Mr. Holmes," suggested Durville.
"I am under the impression that you do, too, suh," replied Anstey significantly, yet without infusing offence into his even tones.
It was no use. The first cla.s.s could only guess. No cadet knew, unless it were Holmes, what Prescott"s intentions were about quitting the corps in the near future. And Greg, usually both chatty and impulsive, could be as cold and silent as a sphinx where his chum"s secrets or interests were concerned.
Had he wished, he might have gone home at Christmas, for a day or two, for he was on the good-conduct roll; but d.i.c.k felt that Christmas at home would be a heart break just now. As he did not go, Greg did not go either.
The reader may be sure that Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell, at Annapolis, knew the state of affairs with their old-time friend and leader.
Greg had sent word of what was happening with d.i.c.k.
"Buck up---that"s all, old chap," Dave wrote from the Naval Academy.
"You never did a mean thing, and you never will. Even your cla.s.s will learn that before very long. So buck up! Hit the center of the line and charge through! Don"t think Dan and I are not sorry for you, but we"re even more interested in seeing you charge right through all disaster in a way that fits the pride, courage and honor that we know you to possess. I asked Dan if he had any message to send you. Old Dan"s reply was: "d.i.c.k doesn"t need any message. If there"s any fellow on earth who can jump in and scalp Fate, it"s our old d.i.c.k." There you are, Army chum! We"re merely waiting for word that you"ve won out, for you"re bound to."
January came, and with it the semi-annual examinations. So high was d.i.c.k"s cla.s.s standing that he had to go up for but one "writ."
That was Spanish.
"I reckon Spanish is where he falls," chuckled Durville, when Jordan spoke to him about it. "It"s easy to make mistakes enough on Spanish verbs and declensions to throw a fellow down and out.
That"ll be Prescott"s line."
"Of course," nodded Jordan. Yet d.i.c.k"s enemy was very far from feeling hopeful that such would be the case.
"I never imagined the fellow could stick as long as he has," Jordan told himself disconsolately.
One night Anstey, just before the semi-ans., took a chance. Usually the Virginian was careful in matters of discipline. But now he invited a dozen members of his cla.s.s to his room to discuss an "important matter."
"Going?" asked Durville of Jordan.
"I"m not invited, Durry," replied the other.
"I am, and I"m going."
"But you don"t know the subject of the meeting?"
"No; that"s what puzzles me," admitted Durville. "I"m wondering if it has anything to do with choosing the cla.s.s ring, or selecting our uniforms for after graduation."
"You simpleton!" cried Jordan in disgust. "You don"t see far, do you? Can"t you guess what the meeting is to discuss?"
"I"m blessed if I can."
"Anstey, outside of Holmes, has been the most constant friend of Prescott. Now, Prescott has his chance of pa.s.sing, if the cla.s.s "silence" on him can be lifted. Anstey is going to sound cla.s.s opinion. If the "silence" can"t be lifted, then Prescott is going to "fess" down and out, and we shall see the last of him."
"Poor old fellow!" muttered Durville. "Say, do you know, I"m growing almost sorry for the poor beggar and his long, bitter dose."
"After what he did to you?" demanded Jordan with instant scorn.
"Durville, I thought you a man of spirit."
"May a man of spirit forgive his enemy, especially when he sometimes doubts whether the other fellow really is an enemy?" demanded Durville.
"Oh, he may, I suppose," replied Jordan, his lip curling. "On the whole, however, I am a good deal surprised at seeing you accept the loss of all your liberties and privileges so easily as you are doing."
Naturally, the effect of Jordan"s words was to kill a good deal of Durville"s fleeting sympathy, for the latter had suffered a good deal from the restraint of his liberties, following the escapade for which d.i.c.k had reported him.
The meeting in Anstey"s room resulted in the secret gathering of a dozen men. Eight of these were friends of d.i.c.k, who would still like to see the cla.s.s action reversed or ended. But Anstey had been clever enough also to invite four men who were numbered among Prescott"s adversaries. One of these was Dougla.s.s, the cadet who had been elected to succeed d.i.c.k as cla.s.s president.
"Now, gentlemen," began Anstey, in his soft voice of ordinary conversation, "I don"t believe we have any need of a presiding officer in this little meeting. With your permission, I will state why I have asked you to come here.
"For months, now, we have had a member of this cla.s.s in Coventry.
Barely more than a majority believed in that Coventry, but once action had been taken by the cla.s.s, the disapproving minority stood loyally by cla.s.s action. I have been among those of the minority to abide by majority action, and I can a.s.sure you that I have suffered very nearly as much as has Mr. Prescott, whose case I am now discussing.
"The majority has had its way for months. Is it not now time, if the cla.s.s will not grant full justice, at least to grant something to the wishes of the minority?"
"What do you mean?" asked one of d.i.c.k"s opponents. "Mr. Prescott will let himself be found deficient in at least one study, won"t he, and thus take his unpopular presence away from the Military Academy?"
"I cannot answer that," admitted Anstey slowly. "Doubtless many of you will be surprised when I tell you that I have had no word in the matter from Mr. Prescott. I have not even mentioned the subject to his roommate, Mr. Holmes."
"Then whom do you represent?" demanded the other cadet.
"Myself and other believers in Mr. Prescott," replied Anstey simply.
"The very least we ask is that you stop punishing so many of us through Mr. Prescott. Gentlemen, do you not feel that any man who commands as many friends in his cla.s.s as does Mr. Prescott must be a man above the petty meannesses of which he was accused, and for which he was sent to Coventry?"