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In another moment they had stepped inside and their arrival awakened Cadet Brayton. "Plebes' quarters next floor up, brothers," called Brayton in drowsy good nature. "I'm sorry to say, Brayton, we're on the right floor, and in the right room," responded Dunstan. "But this visit won't bother you!" The noise of voices awoke Bert Dodge with start.
"I presume that two or three dozen, at least, of the same sort have been written by the new plebes. Mr. Holmes, do you know what was done with the other letters of resignation that I saw?" "No, sir." "Their writers tore them up," went on the cadet lieutenant stiffly. "Now, Mr.
It was only the work of a moment for Durand swimming as he could swim, and the next second he had grasped the child and was making for the Frolic, clear-headed enough to doubt the chance of aid being rendered by the people on the launch from which the child had fallen, but absolutely sure of Peggy's cooperation, for he had tested it under similar conditions once before when a couple of inexperienced plebes had been capsized from a canoe on the Severn, and Peggy, who had been out in her sailboat at the time, had sped to their rescue.
In the presence of all plebes the yearlings and other upper class men keep themselves loftily apart, except when compelled to drill the plebes or perform other military or other official duties with plebes. The plebe, old or new, is still but a "beast" a being unfitted for intimate contact with upper class men. The plebe is not an outcast.
The graduates had departed, and the furlough men were away at their homes. A new squad of plebes had been admitted to the school, and the yearlings, mad with joy at being released from plebedom themselves, were trying every scheme their fertile brains could devise for making miserable the lives of their successors.
With hands on opposite sides of the bowl he balanced his feet, preparatory to hoisting them into place against the wall. "Up oars!" commanded Mr. Hayes dryly. From one of the visiting plebes came an incautious giggle. Mr. Hayes turned and marked his man with a significant stare that made the unfortunate giggler turn red and white in turn with alarm.
He looked at Haynes as though he saw nothing there, and joined a little group of cadets beyond. "Confound these puppies!" growled Haynes to himself. "They're all fellows that I hazed when they were plebes, and they haven't forgiven me. I see clearly enough that, if I am to have an explanation, or get a chance to make one, I must do it through the members of my old class."
The other boy's name was also Samuel, or the first part of his name was Samuel; but the cadets declined to have two Sams among the plebes, and so Samuel Winslow had gradually come to be known as "Poke." "What's Merriwell up to now?" asked Poke, a look of delighted suspense on his face. "He's making things rather lively round here lately." "You bet!" grinned Sammy Smiles.
The fellow makes the best soldier, in the end, I'll wager, who learns to keep his greatest desires in check. All the restrictions thrown around the plebe by custom are intended to make him the better man, soldier and officer by teaching him to wait until his time comes." "I congratulate you, mister," spoke a low but hearty voice from the doorway of a tent the two plebes were passing.
Then they stood there, glaring at the two poor plebes in "cit." clothes. "Good evening, gentlemen," nodded Dave pleasantly, as he rose and stood by the study table, waiting to hear the pleasure of his visitors. Dan Dalzell favored his callers with a nod, but remained seated, both hands thrust deep in his pockets.
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