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The class would want its president to be one who has been with the class all along, and who knows all its traditions. Now, in experience, you're a first classman, and you've all the First-class traditions. Now, if the class were dissatisfied with me, and wanted a new president, I'm pretty certain the fellows would choose someone who had been in our class from the start. Now with you a turnback "
The turnback had already made sure that his useful black pin was securely fastened inside his fatigue blouse. Arrived at the drill ground, the cadets dismounted, standing by their horses in a little group until Captain Albutt should ride out of one of the cavalry stables and take command.
After his first few moments of despair, on gaining his room, the turnback had risen from his chair, his face showing a courage and resolution worthy of a better cause. "Those idiots may think they have 'got' me," he muttered, shaking his fist toward the quadrangle. "One of these days they'll know me better! I'll make life miserable for some of those pups yet!"
"Now, what do you think about it, Prescott?" insisted the turnback. "I don't like to tell you, Haynes." "But I wish you would." "You'd be offended." "No; I would -See here not trying to be offensive with me, are you?" "Certainly not." "Oh, that's all right then. Go ahead and tell me what you think."
To-morrow, well have the story, if there is any story worth having." Turnback Haynes received the news with mingled emotions. His first sensation was one of relief at knowing that he was not actually a murderer -one who had wickedly slain a fellow human being. It was not long, though, before Haynes became seized with absolute fright over the thought that Prescott must have recognized him.
But Pierson, having put his brush away, turned on his heel and left the room. Haynes paused for an instant, his face white with a new dread. A cadet stands low, indeed, when another cadet will not resent being called a liar by him. "This has kicked up an awful row against me, I guess," muttered the turnback, as he hastily cleaned himself.
"When we get into column of fours I have Prescott on my right, muttered the turnback. He had straightened up again, in almost no time, tucking the handkerchief again inside his blouse. His act had attracted no attention. "Prepare to mount!" rang Captain Albutt's voice. Each cadet took hold of mane, bridle and saddle in the way prescribed and stood with left foot in stirrup. "Mount!"
Dick had told Greg of that laughable interview, but it had gone no further. Greg could be trusted not to talk too much. "Going over to Philadelphia to see the Navy anchored to a zero score, Haynes?" asked Carter, of the second class. "Yes; I reckon I'm going over," replied Haynes. "But I'm not so sure that we'll see the Navy sunk," replied the turnback.
"In that case, all I can do is to stick out for absolute and repeated denial," shivered the turnback. "There's one great thing about West Point, anyway -a cadets word simply has to be taken, unless there is the most convincing proof to the contrary. I guess Lewis will remember that I came in from the car ahead or seemed to.
CHR. Well then, did you not know, about 10 years ago, one Temporary in your parts, who was a forward man in religion then? HOPE. Know him! yes, he dwelt in Graceless, a town about two miles off of Honesty, and he dwelt next door to one Turnback. CHR. Right, he dwelt under the same roof with him.
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