"What!" gasped Murray.
"Yes, sir. And then I saw my chance. Oh, it was a bonanza for me, Gus!
Mallory was lame, you know, and he hesitated. I rushed past him and saved her life. Throwing in some heroic flourishes, so"s to have the right effect upon her. I carried her out, and upbraided him as a coward.
He was lame, I knew, and couldn"t do anything if he wanted to. And it made her hate him all the more."
"How did it turn out?"
"Splendidly. He went back to camp, and I took her all the way home. And you can bet I fixed it all right with her on the way. I made up for what she was mad about before; and I talked about Mallory and that other girl until she was wild. And, Gus, we"ve got her!"
"Got her for what?"
"Mallory! She"s our tool, man; we can do just what we please. She"ll do anything on earth for revenge. I almost think she"d kill him."
"You don"t mean," gasped Gus, "that she"s going to swear he pushed her into the river?"
"She wanted to," said Bull. "Oh, Murray, you can"t imagine how simply desperate that girl was! She"d simply thrown herself at Mallory"s feet, and he"d kicked her away. At least that was the way it seemed to her, and you can bet I didn"t try to change her view. And she was crying with rage all the way home. Her face was simply scarlet, and she was trembling like a leaf. I was honestly afraid of her. She vowed she"d swear to anything I said if she could only ruin him, and to get that Grace Fuller away from him. She said she"d swear to it and stick to it that he tried to murder her. She was even mad because I wouldn"t let her."
"Why didn"t you?" cried the other.
"In the first place, I doubt if the superintendent would believe her.
There have been several plots like that tried, but he has too much faith in that fool of a plebe. Then, too, I doubt if the girl"s rage"ll last that long. We must use it while it does. All we want to do is to get that plebe dismissed."
"That"s all!" exclaimed Murray. "But in Heaven"s name, how?"
"Didn"t I tell you I had a plot?"
"Yes, but what? and when?"
"To-night!" cried Bull. "To-night! And I want you to help us."
Murray sprang up in excitement and joy. Bull hushed his exclamations, and after glancing cautiously about him to make sure that no one was near in that now black and shadowy glade, went on in a low, muttering tone:
"It"s very simple," he whispered. "It"s because it"s so simple it"s sure to work. It won"t leave Mallory the ghost of a chance. I"m just as sure, man, sure as I stand on this spot of ground, that Mallory will be court-martialed in a week."
"What is it?" cried Murray.
"Listen. Mary"s going to write him a letter to-night, send it to him about midnight, asking him to come to her. Then----"
"But will he come?"
"Certainly. We can make it strong. She will. She can say she"s dying, anything to make sure. He"ll go. She lives beyond cadet limits. Some of us"ll be there, catch him, tie him--anything, I don"t care. And I know the girl don"t. I think she"d tear his eyes out. Anyhow, we"ll fix him there, beyond limits, and then back to camp we go, make some infernal racket and have the tac out in no time. Then there"ll be an inspection, and Mallory"ll be "hived" absent after taps. They"ll ask him next morning where he"s been, and he"ll tell."
"He may lie."
"He won"t. He couldn"t. I know him too well. And he"ll be court-martialed, and there you are!"
And Gus Murray leaped up with a cry of joy. He seized his companion by the hand.
"That"s it!" he cried. "That"s it! By Heaven, it"ll do him. And if there"s any blame to bear that fool of a girl shall bear it."
CHAPTER x.x.xI.
THE PLOT SUCCEEDS.
That beautiful July evening, while those precious rascals sat whispering and discussing the details of their plan, while first cla.s.smen and yearlings were all down in the academy building at the "hop," a certain plebe sat in a tent of Company A, all by himself. A candle flickered beside him, and he held a writing pad in his hand. The plebe was Mark, his clear-cut, handsome features shining in the yellow light.
"Dear Mother," he was writing. "It is hard for one to get time to write a letter here. We plebes have so much to do. But I have promised you to write once a week, and so I have stolen off from my friends to drop you a line.
"This is the fifth letter I have written now, the close of the fifth week. And I like West Point as much as I ever did. You know how much that is. You know how I have worked and striven for this chance I have. West Point has always been the goal of all my hopes, and I am still happy to have reached it. If I should forfeit my chance now, it would be by my own fault, I think; I know that it would break my heart.
"We plebes have to work hard nowadays. They wake us up at five with a big gun, and after that it is drill all day. But I like it, for I am learning lots of things.
If you could see me sweeping and dusting I know you would laugh. Texas says if "the boys" saw him they"d lynch him "sho".
"I told you a lot about Texas the last time I wrote.
He is the most delightful character I have ever met in my life. He is just fresh from the plains, and his cowboy ways of looking at things keep me laughing all day. But he is just as true as steel, and as fine a friend as I ever knew.
"I believe I told you all about the Banded Seven, the secret society we have gotten up to stop hazing. Well, we are having high jinks with "the ole ya"rlin"s," as Texas calls them. We have outwitted them at every point, and I think they are about ready to give up in despair. We plebes even went to the hop the other night. I can hear the music of the hop now as it comes over the parade ground. It is very alluring, so you must appreciate this letter all the more.
"I shan"t tell you about the fight I had, for it would worry you. And I haven"t time to tell you how I saved the life of a girl last week. I inclose a newspaper clipping about it, but you mustn"t believe it was so absurdly heroic. The girl"s father is a very rich man here, and, mother, she is very sweet and attractive.
She has joined the Seven to help me fool the yearlings.
"I guess I shall have to stop now. I hear some sounds that make me think it is time for tattoo, and besides, I am getting very homesick, writing to you way out in Colorado. You need not be fearing any rival to my affections, mother dear, even if I am fond of Grace Fuller. I wish I could see you just once to-night to tell you how much I miss you. And I am still
"Your devoted son,
"MARK."
Mark laid down his pencil with a sigh. He folded the letter and sealed it, and then arose slowly to his feet. Outside of his tent he heard quick steps and voices, and a moment later the rattle of a drum broke forth.
"Tattoo," he observed. "I thought so."
He turned toward the door as the flap was pushed aside--and a tall, slender lad entered, a lad with bronzed, sun-tanned features and merry gray eyes.
"h.e.l.lo, Texas!" said Mark.
"h.e.l.lo," growled Texas. "Look a yere! What do you mean by runnin" off an" hidin" all evenin"? I been a huntin" you everywhere."
"I"ve been right here," said Mark, "writing a letter home. Did you want me to go to the hop?"
"No, I didn"t. But I wanted you to tell me all "bout that crazy Mary Adams last night an" what you did. You ain"t had time to tell me all day."
Mark told him the story then. They were still discussing it when they turned out and lined up for roll call; and that ceremony being over, they scattered again, Texas still eagerly asking questions about the strange affair.
Taps sounded half an hour later--ten o"clock--"lights out and all quiet." They stopped then.