"By George, he's the freshest plebe that ever struck this place!"  
The speaker was Bull Harris, and he was sitting on the steps of the library building along with half a dozen classmates, excitedly and angrily discussing the fight.
 
"Now I tell you Mark Mallory's got to be put out of this place in a week," continued the first speaker. "And I don't care how it's done, either, fair or foul."
 
"That's just what I say, too!" chimed in Baby Edwards. "He's got to be put out in a week!"
 
Bull Harris smiled benignly upon his toadying echo, while the rest of the gang nodded approvingly.
 
"I'm sure everybody agrees that he's got to be taken down," put in somebody else. "The only trouble is I don't see how on earth it is to be done."
 
"That's the worst of it!" snarled Bull. "That fellow Mallory seems to get the best of us everything we try; confound him!"
 
[Pg 163]"I'm sure such a thing has never been known at West Point," said another. "Just think of it! Why, it's the talk of the post, and everybody's laughing at us, and the plebes are getting bolder every minute. One of them actually dared to turn up his nose at me to-day. Think of it—at me—a yearling, and he a vile beast!"
 
"It's perfectly awful," groaned Bull. "Perfectly awful! Imagine a crowd of yearlings allowing themselves to be stopped while hazing a plebe—stopped, mind you, by half as many plebes—and then to make it a thousand times worse to have the fellow they were hazing taken away!"
 
"And the yearlings all chased back to camp by a half-crazy Texan," chimed in another, who hadn't been there and so could afford to mention unpleasant details.
 
"Yet what can we do?" cried Baby. "We can't offer to fight him. He's as good as licked Billy Williams, and Bill's the best man we could put up. That Mallory's a regular terror."
 
"Mark Mallory's got to be taken down."
 
This suggestion was good, only rather indefinite, which indefiniteness was remarked by one of the crowd, Merry Vance, the cadet who had interposed the same objection[Pg 164] before. Merry was a tall, slender youth, with a whitish hue that suggested dissipation, and a fine, scornful curve to his lips that suggested meanness no less clearly.
 
"It's all very well to say we've got to do him," said he, "but that don't say how. As I said, we can't find a man in our class to whip him fair. And we can't tackle him in a crowd because in the first place he seems to have his own gang, and in the second place none of us dares to touch him. I know I don't, for one."
 
"Pooh!" laughed Bull, scornfully. "I'm not afraid of him."
 
"Me either!" chimed in the little Baby, doubling up his fists.
 
"All right," said the other. "Only I noticed you both kept good and quiet when he stepped up to loosen Indian."
 
There was an awkward silence for a few minutes after that; Bull Harris could think of nothing to say, for he knew the charge was true; and as for Baby Edwards, he never said anything until after his big friend had set him an example.
 
"We can't get him into any trouble with the authori[Pg 165]ties, either," continued Vance at last. "In fact, I don't know what we are to do."
 
"He's simply turned West Point's customs topsy-turvy," groaned another. "Why, when we were plebes nobody ever dared to think of defying a yearling. And this Mallory and his gang are running the place. No one dares to haze a plebe any more."
 
"Talking about that," said Gus Murray, another yearling who had just strolled up. "Talking about that, just see what happened to me not five minutes ago. Met one of the confounded beasts—that fellow, by the way, we did up, though it don't seem to have done him the least bit of good—just as B. J. as ever. You know who I mean, the rather handsome chap they call Dewey. He went to pass the color guard up at camp just now and he didn't raise his hat. The sentry called him down for it, and then as he went off I said to him: 'You ought to know better than that, plebe.' 'Thank you,' says he, and when I told him he should say 'sir' to a higher cadet, what on earth do you suppose he had the impudence to say?"
 
"What?" inquired the crowd, eagerly.
 
[Pg 166]"Said he wouldn't do it because I hadn't said 'sir' to him!"
 
"What!"
 
"Yes, indeed! Did you ever hear of such impudence? Why, I'll leave the academy to-morrow if that kind of thing keeps up."
 
And with that dire threat Gus Murray seated himself on the steps and relapsed into a glum silence.
 
"I heard you sat down on that Mallory last Saturday," observed some one at last.
 
"That's what I did!" responded Murra............