The crowd saw him land on the stern; they saw the white glistening track bubble up as the vessel glided away; then in blank horror they turned and gazed at each other--lost!
Texas meanwhile, soon as he saw the boat clear, had but one thought in his devoted mind. He made a dash for Mark and staring in horror and anguish at his white and b.l.o.o.d.y face, fell to flinging water upon him.
And he gasped with relief when he saw Mark open his eyes.
Mark"s body was still stripped, and Texas, even Texas, shuddered as he saw the bruises upon it. There was one that made the victim cry out as his friend touched it, and Texas started back in alarm.
"Good heavens!" he cried; "his shoulder is broken."
Mark smiled feebly; and at the same instant a chorus of cries arose from the despairing cadets on the sh.o.r.e.
"Tell Mallory we"ll leave him alone if he"ll come back," was one of them.
"B"gee!" cried Dewey, "did you hear that? What do you say?"
And Mark raised himself with a struggle.
"No, no," he gasped. "Don"t! I mean to fight them."
"Fight them! How can you fight with a broken shoulder?"
"I--I won"t tell them it"s broken!" panted Mark.
"Wow!" roared Texas, wildly. "Ef you don"t lick "em I will! Whoop! An"
as fo" them cowards on the sh.o.r.e, let "em get fired an" bust!"
"Bully, b"gee!" echoed Dewey.
And the battered old Parson chimed in with a feeble and gasping "Yea, by Zeus!" while the schooner sailed on in disdainful triumph.
The first cla.s.s, as it seemed, did not get fired. They ran all the way to Garrisons, the town opposite the point, and there begged a boat secretly to cross. But the news when it spread next morning made them the laughingstock of all creation. And Mark, in the hospital, was the hero of the whole cadet corps.
CHAPTER XXV.
MARK IN THE HOSPITAL.
"General Miles here? Who told you so?"
"I saw him myself. He just got off the train. And there"s going to be a review of the corps and a whole lot of stuff. Don"t you hear those guns.
That"s the salute, b"gee!"
Texas and Dewey paused in their excited conversation to listen to the booming of the cannon to the west of the camp. And scarcely had the sound ceased before the roll of a drum was heard coming from the guard tent at the head of the A Company Street.
"That"s the call to quarters, b"gee," continued the bearer of the news excitedly. "I bet we"re going to see some fun, Texas."
That "call to quarters" brought cadets from every direction hurrying into camp to "spruce up," and "fall in;" but the two, who were seated on a bench over by Trophy Point, did not even offer to move. For that call to quarters had nothing to do with them; that was for old cadets, the first cla.s.smen, and the yearlings.
When the battalion turned out for review in honor of its distinguished guest n.o.body thought of putting them on exhibition.
The two sat looking at the line forming over by camp, and also at a group of figures way down at the other end of the parade ground, a group of blue-uniformed officers, with the West Point band at the head. It was evidently the superintendent and his staff and the distinguished visitor with him.
"Looks as if there"s goin" to be high jinks roun" hyar," observed Texas.
"It"s a shame Mark ain"t hyar to see it."
Dewey a.s.sented to that emphatically, and Texas after a few moments of moody thoughtfulness, continued:
"Hang them ole cadets!" he growled. "It makes me want to git up and slash round some whenever I think of half o" that whole battalion pitchin" in to punch a feller, because not one of "em was man enough to lick him in a square, stand-up fight. Tell you, it makes my blood boil!
An" they broke his shoulder, an" sent him to hospital, an" he too much of a man to tell on "em at that! The cowards!"
"That"s what I say, too, b"gee!" chimed in Dewey. "Mark"s the s.p.u.n.kiest man that ever they laid eyes on."
"That"s what he is," growled Texas. "Jes" think o" whar we"d be ef twan"t for him. We"d be lettin" them cadets haze us, that"s what we would."
"Never mind," said Dewey, prophetically. "Just wait till he"s well again, b"gee! And we"ll stick by him meanwhile."
"Will we?" echoed Texas. "I couldn"t tell in a thousands years what that aire feller"s done fo" me. An" I know one other besides us that"ll stand by him, too."
"Grace Fuller, you mean?"
"That"s what I do! Ever since Mark swam out and near killed himself savin" her from drownin" that girl"s been the best friend ever he had.
You jes" ought to go over to the hospital an" see how she sends him flowers an" fruit an" things. They let her in to sit with him an" talk to him where they won"t let us plebes near him."
"B"gee, I don"t blame "em!" laughed Dewey. "They"re afraid of you over there, since they had to nurse you after you rode out and "held up" the artillery squadron at drill. But I tell you, Mark"s in luck to have Grace spooney over him. She"s the most beautiful girl I ever saw, and she"s the belle of this place. I declare I can hardly believe it, that she"s joined with us plebes to fool the yearlings."
"She"s jes" full o" fun," laughed Texas, "but I reckon the great reason"s cause she"s so fond o" Mark. I wish I had his luck. I jes"
stand off, "n look at her and wonder s"posin" "twas me--dog gone it!"
Texas saw an amused smile begin to flit about his companion"s merry face; he suspected he was about to "remind" that cheerful recounter of a yarn; so he stopped.
"Tell you what," he continued after some more thinking. "I know "nother girl that"s dead gone on Mark."
"B"gee!" cried Dewey in surprise. "Who"s that?"
""Moll" Adams."
"Who on earth is she?"
"I reckon she came in afore you met us," mused Texas. "Yes, "twas "fore you joined the Banded Seven. You know Bull Harris?"
"B"gee!" laughed Dewey. "Didn"t I lick the cuss once?"
"That"s so," said Texas. "I forgot. Well, Bull--"twas jes" like him--was botherin" this girl down on the road to Highland Falls one day. He had hold of her arm an" she was fightin" to git away or somethin". Anyhow Mark knocked him down, which was the beginnin" of all this hazin"
business. Bull got all his yearlin" gang after Mark. After that Mark did her "nother favor, got her brother out of a terrible sc.r.a.pe. An" I think she"s been mighty fond of him ever since."
"B"gee!" laughed Dewey. "This is real romantic. What makes you think so?"