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Updated: June 26, 2025
I have tried to convince myself that no man who wears the honored gray of West Point could do such a dastardly piece of work. And you have as good as admitted it to me." "Well," sneered the turnback, what do you think you're going to do about it?" "If I knew," glared Dick, "I wouldn't tell you until the time came." "It will never come," laughed Haynes harshly.
"Oh, pshaw, there's no use in trying to make you see the matter with my eyes," muttered Haynes in disgust. "I'm afraid not, Haynes. If the fellows don't want me as president I would insist on resigning. But I am sure the class would rather have almost anyone than a turnback. I hope, however, there is no hard feeling?" Prescott held out his right hand frankly.
While the attention of all the rest was turned toward the front end of the car, Haynes, with lowered eyes and half-slinking manner, made his way toward the rear of the car. Peering through the glass in the door, the turnback could make out Cadet Prescott standing outside. Dick's back was toward the door. A diabolical light flashed in Haynes's eyes for a moment.
So hard had been study in the last few weeks that Prescott had all but forgotten the existence of turnback Haynes. They were not in the same section in any of the studies, nor did the two mingle at all in barracks life. Neither went to the hops now, either. "Is Prescott afraid of me -or what?" wondered Haynes. "Perhaps he hopes I have forgotten him, but I haven't.
Turnback; Formalist and Hypocrisy, who were "from the land of Vainglory, and were going for praise to Mount Sion"; Simple, Sloth, and Presumption, "fast asleep by the roadside with fetters on their heels," and their companions, Shortwind, Noheart, Lingerafterlust, and Sleepyhead, we know them all. "The young woman whose name was Dull" taxes our patience every day.
"I don't believe you!" shot back Cadet Holmes "Confound you, sir, do you mean to call me a liar?" hissed the turnback. "Yes!" replied Greg promptly. Haynes dropped his bridle, stepping toward Greg Holmes, who, however, neither flinched nor looked worried. "Hold my lines, Dobbs," urged Pierson, passing his bridle over to a fellow classman. Then Pierson sprang in front of Greg, facing his roommate.
"If I had a fellow sitting in front of me, what a startling jab I could give him with the toe of my boot," grinned the turnback. Then, suddenly, there came a very queer look into his face. "Why, I reckon I could jab something else with a pin, beside the flesh of another cadet," he muttered. Then, trembling slightly, the turnback bent down and carefully extracted the pin.
Once more, this time in fatigue uniform, the turnback had to fall in at supper formation. With the rest he marched away to cadet mess ball, found his place at table and occupied it. During the meal merry conversation ran riot around the tables. Haynes was the only man among the gray-clad cadets who was left absolutely alone.
"With that thing in the toe of your boot something would be likely to happen when some other horse's flank bumped you on the right. And, by George, it's Prescott who rides at your right in platoon or column of fours!" Greg shot a look full of keen suspicion at the turnback.
Haynes had gone over to his fatigue blouse, the left front of which he was examining very closely. Then the turnback began to mutter indistinctly. "Why, Haynesy is walking and talking in his sleep!" decided Pierson. "Queer! I never knew him to do anything like that before. He must have something on his mind."
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