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The three professors were unable to get out of the way, so the frantic boys plunged straight into them, and all fell in a struggling, squirming mass on the floor. At the head of the stairs swarmed the plebes, who were convulsed with laughter. "Oh! oh! oh!" gasped Sammy Smiles, clinging to his sides. "Somebody please do something to stop me from laughing! Ha! ha! ha! If I don't stop soon, I'll die!
Anstey," demanded Captain Vesey, turning to the Virginian, "what information did you have, and how did you obtain it?" "All the information I had, sir, was what a young cit. with whom I talked yesterday morning told me about pranks that had been played in past years upon plebes who had the late tour of post number three."
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.
But he started manfully for the washbowl, which he half filled with water. Meanwhile the other five plebes were choking. They could have screamed in their glee had they dared! Placing the bowl where ordered, Dave bent down to his knees, immersing the top of his head in the water.
The same thing happened to a few of the third classmen. All of the members of the first class succeeded in passing and in graduating into the Army. The poor plebes who had failed had been mournfully departing, one at a time. These unhappy, doleful young men felt strangely uncouth in the citizens' clothes that they had regained from the cadet stores.
The spirit of mischief seemed to break loose in the camp that night. A dozen times were some of the plebes hauled out of bed and slid around the streets enveloped in their own blankets, ridden on a tentpole, or an old wheelbarrow, tossed in tent flies, or nearly smothered with smoke that filled their tents from the burning of some vile-smelling stuff.
Prescott, and direct him to remain in his tent, in close arrest, until he hears as to the further disposition of his case by the commandant of cadets." "Very good, sir," Prescott answered, saluting. "And then you may go to your own tent and retire, Mr. Prescott. I fancy the plebes have been good to-night." "Thank you, sir."
Somehow Frank divined that Bascomb intended to secure Davis for his fag, and he resolved to balk the bully in this. So it came about that, on the day that the plebes marched into camp, with their bundles under their arms, Merriwell found an opportunity to take Davis into his tent and instruct him in cleaning shoes and setting things to order.
In the evening there was to be a cadet hop at Cullom Hall, at which many of the bright-faced girls who had watched dress parade would be present. The evening after there would be a band concert in camp. So the nights of the cadet summer were passed. But the hops were not for the plebes.
Each had a burning conviction that he was being watched curiously by hundreds of pairs of eyes. The new men might as well have saved themselves their worry. Barely an upper class man in the hall was paying any heed whatever to these self-conscious plebes. The meal, a mid-day dinner, was an excellent one. Few of the new men, however, had any notion of what it consisted.
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