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For all of this generosity on Merriwell's part, Gage still bore deep down in his heart a hatred for the plebe who had become so popular at the academy. This he tried to keep concealed, pretending that he had changed into a friend and admirer. "Hello, Merriwell," he saluted. "Been having a little whirl with the boys?" "I should say he has!" replied Snell.
This sort of a question, put to a plebe with all sorts of twists and variations, was time-honored at Fardale, whither it had come from West Point, where plebes are puzzled with some variation of it year after year.
"Bracing" is generations old at West Point. The theory of upper class men has always been that bracing, long continued, fastens the principles of erect carriage upon a plebe, and teaches him, more quickly than anything else could, how to hold himself and to walk. Dick, Greg and Anstey were likewise soon straining themselves in the "brace" attitude.
"A plebe is fed three meals a day, like anyone else. If he gets hurt he has a right to medical and surgical attendance. He is allowed to attend chapel on Sunday, just like an upper classman, and he may receive and write letters. But he mustn't butt into upper-class privileges." "Poor plebe!" sighed sympathetic Laura. "Lucky plebe!" amended Dick. "Weren't you fearfully glum and homesick last year?
"It's an off night for plebe mischief, I reckon," he murmured at last. "All the plebes are good little boys to-night, and safely tucked in their cribs." At last, when it was near midnight, Prescott came out from his place of semi-concealment and stepped over near the guard line.
He was forced to squint through that eye, getting most of his sight through the right. Of course, the yearling, who now realized he had something more than a dummy to fight, manoeuvred at Greg's left side after that. The third round was drawing to a close. Butler landed one on the side of young Holmes's head that sent the plebe spinning. Yet, as he swung, Greg dropped a hard blow on Mr.
In a very few seconds Lieutenant Gordan, the regular army officer at the academy, came marching briskly down the street in the dusk, his face so red that it almost seemed to glow like a light. Stopping short in front of the lone plebe, he called: "Sir!" Ephraim kept on with "An' there he saw the boys an' gals Ez thick ez hasty poodin'." "Sir!" came sharply from the lieutenant.
In the training of personal character it may readily be believed that the cadet's plebe year, with its "chalk-line" and repression, is worth all the rest of the time spent at West Point. Milk-sops and peace-at-any-price advocates may as well turn their attention away from West Point.
Prescott," called the cool, exact tones of Mr. Edward. Greg could have let out a whoop and danced a war-dance, but in the presence of upper class men this plebe had to restrain himself. Anstey's eyes flashed, but otherwise the Virginian bore himself modestly. "Carry Mr. Spurlock down to the door. Then summon stretcher-bearers from the hospital," directed Mr. Edwards.
This being a bare-knuckle fight for a matter of principle, the combatants will not shake hands." There was an impressive pause, the referee turning to look at each fighter in turn. Spurlock stood at ease, his arms folded over his chest, a grin on his face. Plebe Prescott looked less confident. He stood with his fists clenched at his sides. "Time!" called Mr. Edwards.
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