Produced by Jim Ludwig
DICK PRESCOTT'S SECOND YEAR AT WEST POINT
or
Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life
H. Irving Hancock
CHAPTERS
I. The Class President Lectures on Hazing
II. Plebe Briggs Learns a Few Things
III. Greg Debates Between Girls and Mischief
IV. The O.C. Wants to Know
V. "I Respectfully Decline to Answer, Sir"
VI. Greg Prepares for Flirtation Walk
VII. The Folks from Home
VIII. Cadet Dodge Hears Something
IX. Spoony Femme—Flirtation Walk
X. The Cure for Plebe Animal Spirits
XI. Lieutenant Topham Feels Queer
XII. Under a Fearful Charge
XIII. In Close Arrest
XIV. Friends Who Stand By
XV. On Trial by Court-Martial
XVI. A Verdict and a Hop
XVII. "A Liar and a Coward"
XVIII. The Fight in the Barracks
XIX. Mr. Dennison's Turn is Served
XX. A Discovery at the Riding Drill
XXI. Pitching for the Army Nine
XXII. Greg's Secret and Another's
XXIII. The Committee on Class Honors
XXIV. Conclusion
Leaving the road that wound by the officers' quarters at the northend, turning on to the road that passed the hotel, a hot, somewhattired and rather dusty column of cadets swung along towards theirtents in the distance.
The column was under arms, as though the cadets had been engaged intarget practice or out on a reconnaissance.
The young men wore russet shoes, gray trousers and leggings, grayflannel shirts and soft campaign hats.
Their appearance was not that of soldiers on parade, but of thegrim toilers and fighters who serve in the field.
Their work that morning had, in fact, been strictly in line withlabor, for the young men, under Captain McAneny, had been engagedin the study of field fortifications. To be more exact, the youngmen had been digging military trenches—-yes—-digging them, forat West Point hard labor is not beneath the cadet's dignity.
Just as they swung off the road past the officers' quarters theyoung men, marching in route step, fell quickly into step at thecommand of the cadet officer at the head of the line.
Now they marched along at no greater speed, but with better swingand rhythm. They were, in fact, perfect soldiers—-the best tobe found on earth.
Past the hotel they moved, and out along the road that leads bythe summer encampment. The brisk command of "halt" rang out.Immediately afterwards the command was dismissed. Carrying theirrifles at ease, the young men stepped briskly through differentcompany streets to their tents.
Three of these brought up together at one of the tents.
"Home, Sweet Home," hummed Greg Holmes, as he stepped into histent.
"Thank goodness for the luxury of a little rest," muttered Dick
Prescott.
"Rest?" repeated Tom Anstey, with a look of amazement. "Whattime have you, now, for a rest?"
"I can spare the time to stretch and yawn," laughed Dick. "If
I am capable of swift work, after that, I may indulge in two yawns."
"Look out, or you'll get skinned for being late at dinner formation,"warned Greg.
There was, in truth, no time for fooling. These cadets, and theircomrades, had reached camp just on the