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Furthermore, he had heard of Sam's excellent record at East Point and was disposed to lend him what aid could be derived from his influence with the Administration. When Sam's father learned that his brother approved of the project, he offered no objection, and a few weeks after Cleary had broached the subject, both of the young men sent in their resignations, and these were accepted.
It was an easier task to make up a company of native privates, who readily followed their officers when a small payment on account had been given to each man. "I don't quite like the job," Sam confessed to Cleary, "but the general says it's all right and so it must be." At last the expedition started out.
Again the jarring motion that indicated the discharge of the missile and the swirl of the compressed air forward. Through the eye of the forward periscope the commander of the Dewey followed the course of the torpedo as it skimmed away from his bow. "There she goes!" exclaimed Executive Officer Cleary as the mirror reflected the frothing wake of the giant Whitehead.
He hardly paid any attention while Cleary showed the modest tattoo-marks on his arms, and Colonel James exhibited equally insignificant symbols on his, for he, too, had been tattooed in his youth. He was too much engrossed in Sam's red hair and his variegated cuticle. "Here is the picture of the water-ordeal which you forgot to look at," said Cleary, as he collected the photographs.
In fact, he had been practising just this position for eight or ten years, and it now came to him naturally. Cleary soon showed marks of discomfort. It was a warm night, and the sweat began to stand out on his forehead. As far as he was concerned the hazing was already a success, but Sam evidently needed something more. "Here, give me the tabasco bottle," whispered Clark to Smith.
I must have a long talk with you." "All right," answered Sam reluctantly. "If I must, I must, I suppose." The next day found Sam and Cleary walking alone in the woods engaged in deep conversation. "Sam, what would you say to going to the war?" asked Cleary. "I'd give anything to go!" exclaimed Sam. "You wouldn't want to stay on account of that girl of yours?"
While Sam accepted the explanations of the editor and Jonas as expressions of wisdom from men who had had a far wider experience than his, he had some faint misgivings as to some of the business enterprises in which his new friends were embarked, and he hinted as much to Cleary.
There won't be any mistake about the kind of liberty and equality we give you." "I am so grateful," said Garcia, rolling up his eyes. "Yes, Cleary," said Sam. "The people at home don't understand us. Did you see that there's a bill in Congress to allow men in the ranks, mere non-commissioned officers, to apply for commissions? If they pass it, it will be the end of the army.
These beasts must be taught their place. The only manly way to settle it is by having Starkie fight him. You have acted like a gentleman and a soldier." The fight was arranged for a Saturday afternoon on the familiar hazing-ground near the old fort. Sam selected Cleary and another classmate for his seconds, and Starkie chose Saunders and Smith.
"Just you let me manage this affair," said Cleary. "Give me that photo of the dress-parade at East Point that you showed me last week." Sam did as he was told.
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