CHAPTER x.x.xVIII.
SPORT WITH A PLEBE.
"Merriwell----!"
Bas...o...b..s face showed he was little pleased by the appearance of Frank.
"I believe you were about to tell Mr. Davis what you would do in case he declined to bring a bucket of water for you, sir," said the yearling with chevrons. "Pray, proceed!"
"This--this is an intrusion!" grated Bas...o...b..
"Really so?" And Frank"s eyebrows were uplifted in mock surprise. "I presumed I would be welcome to the tent of a cla.s.smate."
"Well, you are not welcome here," growled the big fellow.
"What are you going to do about it?"
"Nothing. If you haven"t the instincts of a gentleman----"
Frank interrupted with a laugh.
"Really that sounds fine from your lips, Mr. Bas...o...b.." he exclaimed.
"You were trying to intimidate one smaller and weaker than yourself a moment ago, and yet you have the nerve to talk of gentlemanly instincts. You seem to be venturing on unfamiliar grounds, sir."
Bas...o...b..glared. He longed to punch Merriwell"s head, but he felt that Frank was anxious for him to attempt a move of the sort.
"You"re a nice chap to talk of intimidation when you have already forced Baby to f.a.g for you!" he cried, hotly.
"I think Mr. Davis will attest that I neither forced him nor asked him to perform any task for me. I simply gave him a few instructions that were sure to be of material benefit to him. But I heard you demanding service, and seeking to compel it with threats. You know what the penalty is for such conduct."
"And I suppose you are just the kind of a fellow to blow. All right; go ahead."
"I scarcely like your tone or your language, Mr. Bas...o...b.. but I am not going to pick it up here and now. However, you have accused me of making Mr. Davis a f.a.g. I presume you know there is a rule in this school that no man has a right to demand service of another man"s f.a.g?
Knowing this, you tried to make Mr. Davis perform your duties about the tent. Weren"t you treading on rather dangerous ground, sir?"
Bas...o...b..looked at the floor, and muttered something.
"You may not have realized what you were doing," Merriwell went on.
"In which case, you are pardonable to a certain degree. But I warn you to let nothing of this kind occur again, or you will have the entire camp down on you."
"I know what you mean," grated Bas...o...b..
"I am very glad you do," came coolly from Frank"s lips. "I hoped to make my meaning plain. And I have something more to say. Since the arrival of the new boys, you have seemed to single Mr. Davis out as an especial object for ridicule and torment. I don"t know that you have done so because Mr. Davis is small and scarcely a match for you, but it looks that way. Now, Bas...o...b.. if I were in your place, I would let up.
If you persist, you are bound to get yourself into serious trouble. I am going to see that Davis has a fair show, and the fellow who crowds him too hard will have some difficulty with me."
Bas...o...b..forced a mocking laugh.
"You seem to fancy you can set yourself up against the whole battalion," he sneered. "I don"t believe any plebe ever got through this school without taking his medicine, and I scarcely think you will be able to pull this one through that way. The fellows are not very fond of pets."
"That"s all right. The only thing I ask of you is that you let Davis alone."
"Perhaps I will, and perhaps I won"t."
"You will if you know what is good for you."
Again the big fellow glared through the gathering darkness, but Frank met the gaze squarely, and Bas...o...b..s eyes dropped.
"That"s all I have to say," came quietly from Frank. "You may go now, Mr. Davis. Don"t forget you are to receive instructions in making beds after you answer to your name at tattoo."
"No, sir, I will not forget," said the little plebe, and, making a salute, he hurried away, glad to escape from Bas...o...b..s clutches.
Frank stood looking straight at his big cla.s.smate, who made a pretense of disregarding him.
"You should take warning by what has happened to several of your particular friends, Bas...o...b.." he finally said. "Harkins resigned to escape court-martial and dismissal; Gage deserted and ran away, and Snell has become the most unpopular fellow in the academy, and all because----"
"All because they ran against you!" snarled Bas...o...b.. madly. "You have had the greatest luck of any fellow I ever saw; but there is a turning point somewhere. You never miss an opportunity to jump on a fellow, and----"
"Now, you are making a statement that you know is absolutely false, sir!" exclaimed Merriwell. "I have never crowded any fellow, and I have never lost an opportunity to cover as far as possible and honorable any wrongdoing a fellow cadet may have been led into. You may not know that I could have caused Snell"s expulsion in disgrace if I had wished, but it is true."
"Oh, you are very generous--exceedingly magnanimous! All the matter is, people don"t know it."
"You are at liberty to think what you like about it. I have warned you, and you will do well to heed my warning. That is all I have to say."
Frank left the tent, and continued on his way.
Crowds of cadets gathered here and there near certain "plebe hotels"
told where the yearlings were enjoying sport at the expense of the new boys.
As Frank came near to the first collection, the familiar voice of his former tentmate, Hans Dunnerwust, attracted his attention.
Forcing his way toward the center of the laughing throng, he found Hans catechising a tall, lank country boy named Ephraim Gallup, who was repeatedly forced to explain that he was "from Varmont, by gum," which expression seemed to delight the listening lads more and more with each repet.i.tion.
"Vere vos dot Varmont, sir?" demanded Hans, with a great show of dignity. "Vos it a cidy alretty yet, or vos it a village?"
"Oh, yer gol dern ignerent critter---- Er--er--excuse me, sir! I fergot whut I wuz sayin", dam my skin ef I didn"t! Varmont is a State, an" one of ther smartest gol derned States in ther Union, by gum!"
"Vos dot so? I subbose you exbect dot Varmont vos peen large enough to be a cidy britty soon, ain"d id?"
"Wal, gol blame my eyes! Don"t you know ther difference betwixt a State an" a city? Ef ye don"t, I think you"d best go studdy yer jografry some more."
"Don"d ged so oxcited, sir," cautioned the Dutch boy, with a wave of one pudgy hand. "Id don"d peen goot your health for. Vos dot Varmont a broductive Sdate?"
"Productive! Wal, you bet yer last dollar! We kin raise more gra.s.s to ther square acre----"
"Vell, how apout hayseeds? You raise dose ub there py der quandity, I pelief me?"