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There was a momentary flash in his eyes. Dan, watching his chum covertly, was briefly certain that Darrin was going to balk. Perhaps he would even fight. True hazing, however, does not aim at cruelty, but at teaching a new man to obey, no matter how absurd the order. In another moment the grim lines around the corners of Dave's mouth softened to a grin.
Dave's spirit, which had always been accustomed to receive and be received on a basis of absolute equality, rebelled violently against the intangible wall of exclusion which his fellow workers built about themselves, and as they had shown no desire for his company, he retaliated by showing still less for theirs, with the result that he found himself very much alone and apart from the life of his new surroundings.
Glancing around, Dave looked into the face of Lieutenant Cantor. "A while ago I noticed you talking with Trent," Dave's division officer remarked, in a low voice. "Yes, sir." "Did you discuss me?" "Yes, sir." "What did you say, Darrin?" "I mentioned that you were my division officer." "Did Trent say anything?" "Mr. Trent said that you were a very efficient officer."
The bully was somewhat dazed. But there was still a good deal of fight left in him, and suddenly he charged on the Crumville lad, making a heavy swing for Dave's jaw. Dave ducked, and, as Merwell swung around, caught the bully in the right ear. Then he followed the blow by one on the neck and another directly in the mouth.
But I think likely I'll tap the new High Line and rig a flume with one of these new-style electric pumps. And my idea would be to hollow out a nice little reservoir, with maybe a fountain, right here on this shoulder alongside the house, and let a sluice and spillways follow the road down. There'd be water handy then, and to spare, in case Dave's springs happen to pinch out."
"I wonder what is Dave's sudden grouch against the eats," Tom mused aloud. "I've seen him at a few meals, and he was always a clever performer." "Probably Dave has been eating too much for this time of the year, and has a touch of indigestion," Greg laughed. Darrin overheard the discussion as he came along, but he did not choose to enlighten his friends.
So he had set out deliberately to instil the idea that education is not a matter of schools and colleges, or courses of reading, or formulae of any kind, but a matter of the five senses applied to every experience of life. And he knew that nothing was coarse or common that passed through Dave's hands.
Hope told her flattering tale very quickly, for when Dave's uncle and Jerry Alibone reappeared on their way to find the truth at the Hospital, her hearers were ready with encouragement, whether they knew anything about the matter or not. "I don't believe they do," said Uncle Moses, and Mr. Alibone replied "Not they, bless your heart!" But it was refreshing for all that.
"Fortunately," smiled Darrin, "the pap sheet is so clear of my name that I can stand a few demerits without much inconvenience." But at breakfast formation, the next morning, Dave's name was read off with twenty demerits. "That's a huge shame," blazed forth Dan, as soon as the chums were back in their room, preparing to march to their first recitation.
It looked as if his chum must have been shot clean through the body. 'He's bleeding like a pig, muttered Roy, as he unwound a bandage. By this time Ken had bared Dave's back, and with a handkerchief mopped away the blood. 'Well, I'm blessed! he exclaimed. 'Look at that!
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