Dick Prescotts's Fourth Year at West Point - Ready to Drop the Gray for Shoulder Straps by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock
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Crafty Jordan didn't mean exactly what he said.
He would stop talking, if convinced, but he didn't intend to be convinced. He was after Dick Prescott's scalp. Jordan well knew that, at West Point (and at Annapolis, too, for that matter) class action against a man is severer and more irrevocable than even any action that the authorities of the Military Academy itself can take. He wanted to put Prescott wholly in the wrong in the matter. Class action could, at need, drive Prescott out of the corps and end his connection with the Army. For, if a man be condemned by his class at West Point, the feud is carried over into the Army as long as the offender against class ethics dares try to remain in the service. At the least, Jordan hoped to stir up class feeling to such an extent that, if Prescott were not actually "cut" by class action, at least his popularity would be greatly dimmed. "So won't you take part in the meeting?" coaxed Jordan, as Cadet Stubbs moved toward the door. "I don't believe I will," replied Mr. Stubbs. "I'd feel out of place in such a crowd, for I've always considered myself Prescott's friend." "Do you place your friendship for Prescott above the dignity and honor of the class?" demanded Jordan. Stubbs flushed. |
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