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They wanted to thrash this high school boy, but they didn't like the risk of having their heads hurt by flying stones. Two splashes on the other side of the river heralded the fact that Dan and Harry had started to Greg's aid. The instant they saw this, both men turned away from Greg, making a dash for the highway. Laughing, young Holmes followed them up with all the missiles he had left.
Jerry and I, who had put on some other clothes, sat in the living-room with the Bottle Man while the doctor set Greg's arm, which was fractured. Mother stayed with Greg. The Bottle Man told us things about the war and his island, and he played soft, wonderful music on the piano to make us forget about Greg and the Sea Monster and all the awful things that had happened.
"Now, let us see how good a soldier you are, mister," commanded Yearling Pratt, turning around upon Plebe Anstey. Anstey's cheeks were just a bit pale, from suppressed anger, but he speedily mastered this novel way of standing at attention, and did it to the satisfaction of the hazers. Then Dick and Greg did it, and rather better than either of their predecessors.
Dutcher grumbled a bit, though he felt that it wasn't safe to rebel openly. He and Greg were gone some time, for, as usual, the ice over the top of the spring had to be chopped away before the water could be obtained. So, when Hen came in, after pouring his bucketful into the barrel, he noted that the plunder had vanished. "What did you do with all the stuff?" Greg demanded curiously.
He wanted to go back to cadet store, get his money and leave West Point instantly. But the orderly had told him he would have to wait until a report had been made out to the adjutant. To Dick the minutes dragged until Greg Holmes appeared again. Truth to tell, Greg was much afraid that he had a slight trouble with his heart, and that this difficulty would hinder his passing.
"Thirty dollars -maybe thirty-two," said Driggs, after another casual look at the canoe. "Let's announce the bonfire for to-night," urged Greg. "We haven't any such sum of money, Mr. Driggs," Dick went on. "Too bad, boys, for you'd probably have a lot of fun in this craft. If you want to sell it, maybe I could allow you four dollars for the craft as she stands."
To impose the rule of silence on the tentmate or roommate of the rebuked one would be to punish an innocent man along with the guilty one. Rarely, after all, does the corps err in its judgment when Coventry or the silence is meted out. None the less, in Dick's case a grave mistake had been made. Time slipped by, and darkness came on, but Greg had not returned.
If the men suffered acute discomfort in marching Prescott experienced more suffering in running under that hot sun. But he was intent only on the idea of having the best company in what he fondly hoped would turn out to be the best regiment in the Army. For some minutes Greg had been aware that Sergeant Mock, of his company, was hobbling along.
"Twenty, perhaps," said Greg's first lieutenant cheerfully. The meal had been under way for fifteen minutes when Captain Cartwright entered leisurely. "I suppose you fellows have eaten all the best stuff," he called, as he looked about and found a vacant seat, though he paused as if in no great haste to occupy it. "Same old Cartwright," observed Greg, in an undertone to Dick.
The young people had strolled just a bit beyond the encampment, and now Greg compelled a halt under the added shadow of a big tree. "The test I long to suggest," replied Greg, "is so exacting that I hesitate to ask it." "My curiosity is aroused," complained Miss Griffin. "I had it in mind to ask you to look up into my face until you are certain that you will recognize it again."
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