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..... -. N 28 i i : i STORIES OF CADET LIFE J\:t West Point and J\nnapolis in this number. : i : i : : 5 CENTS "For heaven's sake wha t has happ e n ed, Dewey ? creied M a rk, springing to his feet ("A Midnight Hazing," by Lieutenant Frederick Garrison U.S. A. Complete In this number) STREET & SMITH, Publishers, New York. {


THE CADET CHAPEL, UNITED STATES NAVAL ACADEMY. Bv JOSEPH COBLENTZ GROFF. ADJOIN I NG the library and in line with the 1ow of officers' r esidences in the o l der part of the grounds s tands the Cadet Chapel. There is nothing about the outside of the building to attract one or to distinguish it from any ordinary chapel, but the associations connected with it and th e collectio11 of object> of naval int eres t in the int erio r it one of the intere s tin g features of the Academy There are to be seen vari o u s tablets erected in h onor of certain officers a nd cadets, who in-many w ays made themse lve s heroes in the eyes of th e world by givi ng u p their lives in the perform apce o f brave and daring ac t s There are also several commemorative windows tha t speak st r ong l y of heroism and bravery, and tha t in spire the cadets with feelin gs of em ulation and manliness. There is a t all times a naval chaplain attached to the Academy, det a iled by th e Secretary of th e N avy for duty there thre e or four years at a time. His duties t o th e cade ts and officers s tati oned at th e Ac::idemy are s imil ar to those of any clergyman of his p::i1ish. Sunday morning is th e on ly time on which the cadets assemb l e in the chapel, and at th at time ther e i s a regular servic e l as tin g for about a n hour and a half. Some member of the Academy band presides at th e pipe organ, and from th e battalion a v o lunteer cadet choir is formed. Every Sunday mornin g at t e n o'clock, after a formal in spect ion of quarters by the Commandant and his assista:: t s, the battalion is formed in front of quarters and then follows a iull dress inspection oi th e ranks. Alter inspection several c hurch parties fall out, a nd by s peci a l permission, are allowed t o attend church in th e town of Annapolis. The rest of the cadets are march ed in a body to th e chapel and th ere attend the regular service. During gradua tion week th e chape l comes into more general use and on th e morning of grad u ation day the cadet s are assrmb l ed there t o listen to an address delivered to the g radu::ite s by some n o ted clergyman invi ted for the occasion. After the address, th e batta lion i s formed outside the chape l and marched to the front of th e band stand where th e Secr e tary of th e Navy concludes the exercises of th e week and the four years" course of the cadets by delivering to t he tried and tru e the well-earned diplomas.


ARMY AND NAVY. A WEEKLY PUBLICATION FOR OUR BOYS. I s sued weekly. By subscription, $2.50 per year. Entered as Suond-Class ::Jdattu at the New York Post Office STREET &t SMITH. 238 William Strut, New York Copyrighted 1897. Editor ARTHUR SEWALL. December 25, ; 897. Vol. 1. No. 28. Price, Five Cents. CONTENTS OF THIS NUMBER: Christmas Song A Midnight (Complete story), Lieut. Fredenck Garrison, U. S. Clif Faraday's Triumph (Complete story), Ensign Clarke Fitch, U. S. N. Taming the Tartar (Illustrated Short Story) B. Rother Knight The Cryptogram (Serial), William Murray Graydon Jack Tar's Letters Home (Special A rticle) Saint Nick Up-to-Date (Poem) Tom Fenwick's Fortune (Serial), Frank H. Conve rse A Tragic Christmas (Shor t Story) Varnum G Smith A Young Breadwinner (Serial ) Matthew White, Jr. Setting Up Exercise at West Point (Illustrated) Christmas Tricks for Would-be Conjurers A Christmas Letter from the Author of" Clif Faraday" A Christmas Letter from the Author of "Mark Mallory" The Editor's Christm as Gre e ting Items of Interest all the World Over Our Joke Department CHRISTMAS GREETING. Department WE wish the readers of Army and Navy the merriest Christmas ever experienced by them. We hope this grand old holiday will bring to them joy and pleasure and an abundance of loving gifts that will tax Father Santa Claus' pack to the utmost. A Merry Christmas to you all! PAGE. 1298 D99 1310 1321 1324 1327 1328 1329 332 1334 1337 1338 13:39 1340 1341 1342 1343


IF I were Father Christmas, ai:id Christma'"s l:Je were me, 'I'he "gay and festive seasoi:i" should still more festive be ; I would not go where plenty wa5 reign# ilJg over a 11 .IOl.nd where I'm always welcome, but give t.!:Je poor a call. $ rr.Jight, as I was passii:ig, just. give the ricl:J a IJOd, 'I'o l:Jow that rr.J behavior wa5 not so very odd; llf3ut where tl:Je tilums were thickest and folks were iIJ distress, I'd seHle doWIJ aIJd struggle to rr.iake their t.rouble5 less. In every l:Jouse thatwaIJted a sign o!'e'l:Jri trr.ias cJ:leer.And goodness knows IJow maIJy are even worse tl:Jan drear! would IJOt wastea morr.iei:it, but give the rr.iagic cue For" exit all.that's dreary, aIJd enter a ll tl:Jat's !Jew!" $ In fad, the change in sl:Jould be so plete That OIJe ol:Jould tl:JiIJ k a genie l:Jad wai:idered down tl:Je street .AIJ! just for oi:ie day oi:ily, how jovial it would be U' I were Father Christn;JaB, aIJd ChPistmas he wel'e


A Midnight Hazing; OR, Mark Mallory's Revenge. By Lie-..;a_t. Frederick Garriso:r.i., u. s .A.. CHAPTER I. THE SEVE DEVILS SWEAR VENGEANCE. "For Heaven's sake, man, what has happened?" The cause of this exclamation was a strange looking figure. He was a lad of about eighteen, with a handsome, merry face and brown curly hair. He wore the uniform of a fourth class cadet at West Point, a "plebe." At the moment the uniform was dirty and torn, and his face was far from handsome. It was bruised and blue in lumps, and there were ugly places of a bright red, lending a startling effect indeed. The speaker was also a cadet, tall and more heavily built. He had been sitting at his tent door rubbing his gun dilige11t ly, but he sprang up in alarm when he espied the ot!1er. "What on earth has happened to you, Dewey?" he repeated. The lad called "Dewey" laughed tu himself, in spite of his sorry condition. "I don't just exactly know," he said "B'gee, I've forgotten lots of things in the last ten minutes. I'll come in and think 'em over and tell you.'' He entered the tent, and after gazing at himself ruefully in the looking-glass that hung by the tent pole, wet a towel and fell to washing things gently. ':B'gee!" he muttered. "Mark Mallory, there's going to be no end of trouble on account of this." "You haven't told me yet," said the other. "Yi:rn don't mean that you've been getting hazed some more?" "Would you call it hazing," responded Dewey, "if you'd been pummelled until you looked like rare beef? You needn't be getting angry about it. We'll have plenty of time for that later. Meantime, just you listen to my tale of woe, b'gee I was down on Flirtation Walk a while ago, off in a lonely part. And all of a ;;udden I came across half a dozen yearlings. One of them was Bull Harris, that confounded rascal that's been trying all the dirty tricks on you And when he saw me he turned to the other cadets and called: 'There's one of the gang now! We might just as well start at what we agreed on.' And then, b'gee, they started. Do you think that eye'll shut up entirely'?' "What did they do?" demanded the other, his blood boiling as he surveyed his comrade's bruises. "Well, b'gee, they sailed up in the first place and began a lot of talking. 'You belong to that Mallory gang, don't yon?' said Bull Harris. 'Yes,' says I, 'I do, arid I'm proud of it, too. What's the matter with Mallory?' 'Matter?' roared one of them, the fellow they call Gus Murray. 'B'gee, he's the confoundedest freshest plebe that ever came to this Academy. Hasn't he dared to refuse to let us hazt> him? Hasn't he played all kinds of tricks .upon us, made life miserable for us? Hasn't he even dared to go to the hop, something no plebe has ever dared to do in the history of West Point?' 'Seeing that you 're asking the question, b'gee,' I said, 'I don't mind telling you by way of answer that he has, and also that he's outwitted you and licked you at every turn. And that he'll do it again the first chance


1300 ARMY AND NAVY he gets, and b'gee, I'll be there to help him, too! How's that?' Bere the reckless youngster paused while he removed the cork of a vaseline bottle; then he continued. "That made old Rull wild; he hates you like fury, Mark, since the last time he tried to get you expelled, and he's simply wild about the way we fooled him with that treasure. He began to rear around like a wild man. 'If you fool plebes think we're going to stand your impudence,' he yelled, 'you're mistaken! I want you to understand that we've found out about that confounded organization Mallory's gotten up among the plebes to fight us --' "Did he say that?" cried Mark in surprise. ''How did they learn?'' "They didn't," said Dewey. "They don't know we call it the Seven Devils or anything else about it, but they've seen us together so much when they've tried to haze us that they've sort of guessed it. Anyway, they've determined to break it up, b'gee." "They have! Howl "Simply by walloping every man in it, b'gee. And they started on yours truly. The whole crowd piled on at once, Mark.'' "The cowards!" exclaimed l\Iark. "Well, I gave 'em a good time, any way," laughed Dewey, whose natural light-heartedness had not been marred in the least. "I made for Bull. B'gee, I was bound one of them would be sorry and I chose him. I lammed him two beauties and tumbled him into a ditch. But by that time they had me down. And--" ''Where are the rest of the Seven Devils?" cried Mark, their leader, springing up impatiently. "By George, I'm going to get square for this outrage if it's the last thing I ever do in my life. I'll fight them fair just as long as they want it. I'm ready to meet any man they send, as I did. But by jingo I won't stand the tricks of that miserable coward Bull Harris another day. He's done nothing but try to get me into scrapes since the day I came here and refnsed to let him haze me. And now I'm going to stop it or bust. Where are the rest of the fellows?" "I don't kpow," began Dewey, but he was interrupted by an answer from an unexpected quarter. Another cadet came rushing down the company street and bounded into Mark Mallory's teut. He too was a plebe, a tall lad with bright gray 'eyes that fairly blazed with excitement. For he too was marred with the scars of battle. His clothing was soiled, and his bronzed features were sadly awry. It was Texas, Mark's old chum, Texas, the ex-cowboy fresh from the plains, "Jeremiah Powers, sah, son o' the Hon. Scrap Powers o' Hurricane County." And Texas was wild. "Durnation !" he roared, his words fairl y tripping each other np, in such rapid succession did they come. "Whoop! Say, you fellows, you dunno what you been a-missin' Dog gone it, I ain't had had so much fun since the day I come hyar. Jes' had the rousin'est ole scrap I ever see. There was a dozen of 'em, them durnation ole vearlin's, and they all piled on to once, dog gone their boots. Whoop! Durnation, Mark, git up tliar an' come ont an' help me finish it." Texas was prancing aronncl the tent in excite1ne11t, his fingers twitching furious ly. He gasped for breath for a moment, and then continued. "It was that air dnrnation ole Bull Harris and his gang. Bull had been afightin' somebody else, cuz one eye was black.'' "Bully, b'gee P' put in Dewey. "An' he was mnd 's a hornet. 'Look a yere,' says he, 'you rarin' ole hyena of a cowboy, I want you to understand that you an' that air scoundrel Mallory'--an' dog gone it, l\lark, I never gave him a chance for another word, jes' piled right in. An' then all the rest of 'em lit on to me an' there was the dnrnationest mess I ever heerd tell of.,' Angry though Mark was he could not help being amused at the hilarity of his bloodthirsty friend and fellow warrior, who was still dancing excitedly about the tent. "\i\Tho won?'' inquired Mark. "I dunno,'' said Texas. "I never had a chance to find out. Fust they jumped on me and smothered me, an' then I got out and jumped on them, only dog gone it there was so durnation many I


ARMY AND NA YY 1301 couldn't sit on 'em all to once, an' so I had to git up agin. Oh, say, 'twas great. I wish some o' the boys could a' been thar to see that air rumpus. An' I ain't through yit, either. I'm a-goin' to lambast them air yearlin's-what d'ye say, Mark?" Texas gazed at his friend inquiringly; and Mark gripped him by the hand. "I'll help you,'' he said. "I'm guing to settle that crowd for once and for all if I have to put them in hospital. And now let's go out and hunt for the rest. of the seven and see what's happened to them.'' The time when all this happened was during one of the brief periods of "recreation" allowed to the West Point plebe. The corps was in the summer camp (it was now about the first of August). "Camp" marks a holiday for the rest of the battalion, but for the plebe company it means hard work. Three drills a day, two pol icings and inspections galore. And even during the periods of rest, Mark Mallory and J1is friends the B. J. plebes got but little time to themselves. They were busy with the yearlings then. The contest at present raging was a bitter one. For the first time in West Point's history the humble and much hazed plebes 1rnd rebelled against their "third class" tormentors. Sou1e of them, the Seven Devils, had even gone so far as to haze the tormentors, and successfully. The desperate straights to which the yearlings had been reclnced by tiJat may be judged from the comse which some of their nu1nber, the lowet element with Bull Harris as their leader, had taken by way of revenge. J\Iark Mallory's patience was about exhausted by this time; lie had stood much from Bull Harris, but as he left that tent and strode out of camp with the other two at his side, there was a set look about his mouth and a gleam in his eyes that meant business. He had scarcely crossed the color line that marked the western edge of the camp before he caught sight of one more of the seven. And Mark had seen him but an instant before the thought flashed over him that this one had been through just the same experience as Texas and. "B'gee" Dewey. The new arrival was Parson Stanard, the geological genius from Boston. A learned and solemn scholar was the bony Parson, but he did not look as if he had been studying then. His face was not scarred at all, but it was red with anger, and his collar was wilted by excitement which betrayed itself even iii his hasty stride as he walke

1302 ARMY AND NA VY concludea to think better of my resolution and effect a retreat, remembering the saying that he who runs away may live to renew his efforts upon some more auspicious occ.asion. '' The Parson looked very humble indeed at this last confession; Mark cheered him somewhat by saying it was the most sen sible thing he could have done. And Dewey still further warmed his scholarly heart by a distinction that would have done credit to even Lindlay Murray, the grammarian. "You didn't break your resolution," said Dewey. "Why not?" inquired Stanard. "Because, b'gee, you vowed you wouldn't fly. And you haven't flown since, that I see. What you did was to flee, b'gee. If you flyed you wouldn't have fleed, but since yon fleed you didn't fly. Some day, b'gee, when you've been bitten, you'll understand the difference between a fly and a flea. You'll find that a flea can fly a great deal faster than a fly can flee, b'gee, and that--" Somebody jumped on Dewey and smothered him again just then, but it wasn't a yearling. He ,hobbed up serenely a minute later, to find that the Parson's grammatical old ribs had been tickled by the distinction so carefully made "People are very grammatical in Boston, aren't they Parson?" inquired Dewey. "Reminds me of a story I once heard, b'gee-you fellows needn't groan so, because this is the first story I've told to-da y Fellow popped. the question to his best girl. She said 'No, b'gee.' 'Say it again,' says he. 'No!' says she. 'Thanks,' says he. 'Two negatives make an affirmative. You've promised. Where shall we go for our honeymoon?' B'gee, Parson, there's a way for you to fool your best girl. She's sure to say no, and I don't blame her either." The lively Dewey subsided fer a r\10m ent after that. But he couldn't keep quiet very long, especially since no one took up the conversation. "Speaking of oranges," said he, "re minds me of a story I once heard, b'gee--" "Who the dettce was speaking of oranges?'' cried Texas. ''I was,'' said Dewey solemnly, and then fled for his life. The other three members of the Se\en Devils arrived upon the scene just then and put an end to hostilities. Chauncey, "the dude," Sleepy, "the farmer," and Indian, the fat boy from Indianapolis, had not had the luck to meet with the yearlings yet, and they listened in amazement and indignation while 1\1ark told the story of Bull Harris and his latest tactics. "Bless my soul," gasped Ind ian in horror. "I-I '111 going home th is very day!" "I'll go home myself," vowed Mark, ''if I don't sncceed in stopping this sort of business. I honestly think I'd report it to the authorities only Bull knows I've been out of bounds and he'd tell. As it is, I'm going to settle him some other way, and a way he'll remember, too." "When?" cried the others. "This very night." "And how?" "The cave!" responded Mark; and it was evident fron, the the others jumped at the word that the suggestion took their fancy. And in half a minute more the Seven Devils had sworn by all the solemn oaths the classic Parson could invent that they would haze Bull Harris and his cronies in "the cave" tha t night. CHAPTER II. THE CAPTURE OF MARK MALLORY. The afternoon of that momentous clay passed without incident. l\Iark noticed Bull Harris glowering at him as he passed his tent, but beyond that the "sub duing" programme got no farther. The Seven Devils kept carefully near to camp so as to prevent it. That is, ail of them but one; "Sleepy" was that one. The lanky farmer was a member of the guard that day, getting his first lessons in the terrible daugers of sentry duty at Camp McPherson. Now it was necessary for some one to go up and fix that cave for the night's work, and si nee Sleepy succeeded in getting excused during his four hours off duty that afternoon, he was nnanimous ly elected to be the one to attend to the task. The cave r ecently dubbed the Se,c11


ARMY AND NAVY 1303 Devil's Den, lay about two miles from the camp, way up in the mountains north of the post. The Parson had made this important discovery while "geo1ogizin'," and the many and various were the adventures that resulted therefrom. In the first place, the seven, upon entering had found a well furnished cavern, to their unbounded amazement. They had found at last tbat the cave belonged to some counterfeiters who made it their hiding place. These men, for a reason unknown, had divided the den by an iron door which had slammed upon them accidentally, locked them in, and left their skeletons to be found by the ]Jorrified cadets. They had found a treasure in there, too, a chest of gold that had caused no end of adventure. Bull had stolen it. The seven in trying to get it back had walked iuto a trap out of which they had been forced to purchase their with the money. They were quite ready to do this, for they had learned from the Parson, meantime, that it was counterfeit. The chagrin of Bull Harris when he learned that, found out how he had been duped, may be imagined. His rage, so caused, was what had prompted him to his last attack upon the plebes. It was to clear away the effects of that treasnre hunt that Sleepy went. He remoyed all traces of the Parson's energetic digging. Also he fixed quite a number of other things, according to Mark's well-planned directions. "Jt's evident to me," said Mark, "from the fact that Bull didn't bother me this morning, hating me most as he does, that he's putting up a plan for to-night." "He's afraid to tackle you in the day," growled Texas. "I should say so," chirruped Indian's fat, round voice. "Didn't you lick him once, and the whole crowd besides. Bless my soul!" (Indian never boasted of his own achievements, but al ways of Marks.) "I think," continued Mark, "that we may take it for granted that Bull will try to kidnap me to-night. Yon know they did that once, took me off into the woods and beat me. They'll beat harder this time. If a big crowd of them tries it you fellows '11 just have to make a noise and wake everybody so that they'll have to drop me and run for their tents. But if there's only a few you can follow and overpower them. It all depends." Texas rubbed his hands gleefully at this attractive programme. "What are we a-goin' to do when we ketch 'em?" he demanded. "You leave that to me," laughed Mark, rising from his seat to end the "conference." "I've got a scheme fixed up to frighten them to death. Just wait." Just wait seemed to represent about all there was to do, though the Seven Devils did not like it a bit. They watched dress parade that evening with far less interest than usual, and sighed with relief wben the sunset gun finally sounded. It may be interesting to note tl1at there were some other cadets in just exactly t11e same impatient state of mind. They were yearlings. There was Bull Harris, Mark's self-elected but deadly enemy. There was Gus Murray, his able first lieutenant. There was Corporal Vance, the sallow and sarcastic youth, with perhaps a disordered liver that bad soured his disposition. Last (and least, too), was "Baby" Edwards, the "kid," a mild youth who worshipped Bull, the bully, and swore by him as a paragon of perfection whose very words were to be echoed. It was just as Mark bad suspectedBull Harris had a plot. The plots that Bull had had since Mark had come to West Point a month and a half ago would take a book larger than this to tell of. He had tried to "skin the plebe on demerits," and get him dismissed. He had tried to get him beyond bounds and have him found out and courtmartialed. He had tried to beat him (when helpless). In fact, he tried so much that he was at his wit's end what to try next. And in all the aforementioned three had been his willing and malicious aids. The sunset gun was welcomed with relief. They spent the evening strolling about the grounds and discussing the effort they were going to make that night, also occasionally chuckling over the "success" of their attacks during the morning. And then tattoo :;ounded, and


1304 ARMY A::-ID NAYY they knew that the time was nearer still. Tattoo is the signal to fall in for the evening roll-call; it sounds at ninethirty, and after it the cadets have half an hour to get to bed before taps, the signal for lights out, closes the day. Then comes the inspection by a "tac," or tactical officer, and when finally he goes to his tent there is no one awake but the sentries and the officers of the guard. At any rate this is supposed to be the case. When the cadets are giving suppers cloudy that 11ight, and black, a circumstance which Bull considered particularly fortunate. There was no hesitation, no delay to discuss what should be done. The four made straight for a certain A company tent; cadets sleep with theii: tent w a lls rolled up in hot weather, and so tlie yearlings could easily see what was inside. They made out three figures stre1ched out upon the blankets, all so1111

.ARMY AND NA YY while to Baby as smallest was intrusterl CHAPTER III. l lU;) the task of preventing outcry from the victim. Having placed themselves, the four precious rascals paused just one moment to gloat over their hated and unsus pecting enemy. Aml then Bull gave the signal and as one man they pounced down. l\lallory, awakened out of a sound sleep, found hirnself as helpless as if he had been buried alive. null 's sinewy arms were wrapped about his limbs; his hands were crushed to the earth; and Baby was smothering him in a huge towel. They lifted him an instant later and bore him swiftly from the tent. A whistle was the signal to the sentry, who faced about a11d let them cross his beat; the four clambered up the embankment and sprang down into Fort Clinton, chuckling to themselves for joy, having secured the hated plebe with perfect suc cess and secrecv. And now he was theirs, theirs to do as they saw fit. And how they did m ean to "soak" him! All this of course was Bull's view of the matter. But there were some things, just a few, that that cunni11g young gen tlei1ian did not know of. The reader will remember that tlie yearli11gs had tried th1t trick on l\lark just 011ce before; ever since then Mark's tent was protected by a \'ery simple but effective burglar alarm. There was a thread tied about his foot. That thread the yearlings had not noticed. It broke when they carried off their victim, but it broke because it had tighte11ed about the wrist of Texas, who sat up in alarm an instant later, just in time to observe the fom disappearing in the darkness. By the time they iiad crossed the sentry beat the Seven Devils were up and dressing gleefully. After that the result was never in doubt for a moment. The five all crossed the seutry's past without trouble, because they had heard the signal the yearlings gave. Anri a moment later the triumphant kid11appers, who were off in a lonely corner of the deserted fort bi11ding up their prisoner as if he werea m111n111y, were horrified to find themselves confronted by five stalwart plebes. The five were in a position to give orders too, for Texas had bro11ght along a few of his ubiquitous seventeen revolvers. A MIDNIGHT JOURNEY. Bull and his gang were helpless. They did not dare make a11y ontcry, in the first place, becanse they were more to blame than the plebes in case of discovery, and in the second because they were "scared to death" of that wild cowboy, who had already made his name dreaded by riding out and holding up the whole artillery squadron. But oh, how they did fairly grit their teeth in rage! The imperturbable Texas stood and faced them, twirling his revolvers carelessly while they had the unspeakable humiliation of watching the others ungaging and unbi11ding the delighted Mal lory, who rose to his feet a moment later, stretched his arllls and then merrily took command. Bull Harris was selected as leader and head conspirator to undergo the first tor ture. l\1ark placed hiniself in front of him and with a light smile upon his face. "Lie down!" said he. Bull found himself staring into the muzzle of one of the menacing Texan's revolvers. That took all of Bull's nerve and he very prornptly "lay." "Now then, Dewey," said i\Iark, "tie 11i111 up." Dewey was the youngster Bull had walloped that morning, which made it all the more infuriating to Bull. Still worse, Dewey used the very ropes that had been meant for Mark. He tied l\laster Harris's unresisting feet together. Then rolled him unceremoniously over on his back and tied his hands. After which Bull was kicked to one side and Dewey was ready for the next frightened yet furious victirn. Pretty soon there were four helpless bodies lying side by side within the fort. They were bound hand and foot; there were gags tied in their months and heavy towels wrapped about their eyes. And then the Seven Devils were ready. "Come aheacl," said Mark. He :oet the example by tossing Bull's carcass upon his shoulders and setting ont. The rest followed close behind him. 'It was quite a job carrying the four bodies where our friends wanted to take them, especially v.ithout being seen by any one.


1306 ARMY .AND NAVY They made for the Hudson. In Mark's cadets were allowed to 11ire row boats, that is, all except plebes. But it was easy enough for a plebe to get one, as indeed to get anything else, tobacco or eatables. The small drum orderly is always bribable, and that accounts for the fact that two big row boats lay tied in a quiet place, ready for the expedition. Since the den was near the shore oars furnished an easier way to carry the prisoners to the place. They found the boats without trouble, and deposited the yearlings in the bot tom. They weren't very gentle about it, either. The n the rest scrambled in, and a long row began, during which those who were not working at the oars made it pleasant for the unfortunate yearlings by muttering sundry prophesies about t ortures to come and in general the dis advantages of being wicked. The Parson recited some dozen texts from Scripture to prove that obvious fact. We sha11 not here stop to picture the infuriated Bull Harris' state of mind under this mild torture. Enough of that late r. Suffice it to say the row came to an end an hour or so later, and the party stepped ashore. And also that lJefore they started into the woods a brilliant idea oc cure d to the ingeniously cruel Texas. They n;ieant to make those ca

ARMY AND NA VY 1307 heavy wall of masonry to shut it off, with only one entrance, that afforded by the heavy iron door, which was built like that of a safe. Mark entered the room and after fumbling about some came out and nodded to his companions He did not say a word; none of them had since they had came in; but there was still that firm set look about his mouth rthat boded ill for those four cowardly yearlings. It is difficult for one to imagine the state of mind of these latter. Their rage and vexation at the failure of their scheme, at the way they had been trapped, had long given place to one of constantly increasing dread as they felt themselves carried further and further away, evidently to the lonely mountain cave from which Bnll had stolen the treasure a couple of days ago. They were in the hands of their deadliest enemies; Bull knew that they had earned no mercy from Mark and he knew also that the wild Texan was along, the Texan to whom, as they thought, murder was an e\ery day affair. That dousing, too, had done its work, for it had chilled them to the bone and made them shiver in mind as well as in body. The yearlings felt themselves carried a short way on; they felt some one test the ropes that bound them, tighten every knot, and then finally bind them to what seemed to be a s e ries of rings in a rough stone wall. They heard a low voice whisper: "They're safe there. They can't get near each other." And then one by one the bandages were taken from their eyes and the gags out of their tortured months. They saw nothing but the blackest of darkness. Absolutely the place was so utterly without a trace of light that the figure w]1ich stood in front to untie the gag was as invisible asjf it were a spirit. Bull heard a step across the floor. But even that ceased a few moments later, and the place grew silent as the grave. The yearlings, though their tongues w ere free, did not dare to whisper a word. They were too much awed in the darkness. They knew that something was corning and they waited in suspense and dread. It came. Suddenly the air was split b y a sound that was perfectly deafening in the stillness. It was the clang of a heavy iron door, close at hand. The ye<1rlings started in alarm, and then stood waiting and trembling. They knew then where they were and what door that was. There was an instant's silence and then a horrified shout. "Good Lord! The door has slammed!" The cadets recognized that voice; it was the mighty one of Texas, but it sounded faint and dull as if it had passed through a heavy wall. It was succeeded by a perfect babel of voices, all of which sounded likewise. And the meaningo f the voices, when 011ce the cadets realized it, chilled the very marrow of their bones. "Open it! Open it, quick!" "Can't! Oh, horrors, it locks on the inside.,, ''Merciful Heavens! They are prisoners!'' "They'll suffocate!" "Quick, quick, man, get a crowbar! Anything! Here, give me that!" And then came a series of poundings upon the same iron door, accompanied by shouts and exclamations of horror am] despair. "I can't budge it. It's a regular sa fe, Oh, my soul, we're murderers!" CHAPTER IV. THE TORTURE OF THE YEARLINGS. Imagine if yon can the state of miml of the agonized four when the import of those terrible words burst upon them. They were locked in! And tied, each on e of them, so that they could not mov(} a hand to help themselves! The darkness made the whole thing yet more awful. They were entombed alive! And suffocating! Already the air seemed to grow hot, their breath to come in choking gasps. They screamed aloud, fairly shrieked in agony. They tore at their bonds, beat upon the wall with their helpless hands and feet. And all the while outside fheir cries were answered by the equally terr. ified shouts of the plebes. "Let us out! Let us out!" shrieked Bull. "Can't you get loose?" they heard a voice reply; they recognized it as Mallory's. "Oh, Heavens, man, you must get


1308 ARMY AND NA VY loose! Try! Try! We can't help you! There's a knob inside there! Turn it, turn it, and the door'll open." "How can I turn it?" screamed Bull. "I can't get near it! I'm tied! I-oh merciful Heaven help me! We're suffocating." The cries from the yearlings increased in terror; outside they heard the blows of a pickaxe beating against the wall. Their hearts bounded in hope; they gasped in suspense; but then suddenly the sound ceased. "I can't do a thing!" It was Texas who spoke. ''The walls are tco hard. We can't help them, they're gone." "And we!" cried Mark. "Fellows, be fore Heaven, we're murderers!" ''Who knows of this yere place?'' demanded Texas. "Nobody'll ever find 'em. Fellers, let's go back to camp and swear we never saw 'em.'' "Oh, don't leave us! Don't leave us!" wailed Bull. "Oh! Oh!" The others joined in with their horrified shrieks, but they might as well have cried to the stones. They heard rapidly receding footstops, and even a heartless, triumphant laugh. And a moment later there was nothing left but stone for the agonized yearlings to cry to. The six conspirators outside, having retreated to a far corner of the caye, to talk over the success of their ruse, were considering that last mentioned point then. Indian, ever tender-hearted and nervous, wanted to let them out now, he was sure they 'cl dropped dead of fright; all their vociferons yells from the distance could not persuade him otherwise. "Bless my soul!" he whispered, in an awe-stricken voice. "They'll suffocate." "Not for an hour in that spacious compartment,'' said the scientific Parson. "Anyhow, I say we let 'em out," pleaded Indian. "An' I say we don't!" growled Texas. "That air feller Bull Harris jes' deserves to be left thar fo' good! <:>An' durnation I wouldn't mind

ARMY AND NAVY 1309 that terrified the cadets and made them giye vent to one last despairing shriek. In the first place let it be said that the light came from an inverted basket hiding a candle set off by a time fuse the in;,,e11i ous Parson had made. As for the rest, well, there were six gleaming skeletons stretched about on the floor of that horrible place, the skulls grinning frightfully, seeming to leer at the helpless victims. The four were it;tcapable of the least sound; their tongues were paralyzet., and their bodies too. Their eyes fairly started from their heads as they stared. They were beyond the possibility of further fri ght, and what came next seemed natnral. Those skeletons began to move! First one round white head with its shining black holes of eyes and rows of glistening teeth began to roll slowly across the floor. Tl1en it sailed up into the air; then it dropped slowly clown again, and finally settled in one corner and grinned out at the gasping cadets. "\Vasn't that smart of me?" it seemed to say. "I'll do it again. Watch me now. Watch!" And it sailed ltp into the air once more, and swnng about in the blackness and went over toward the prisoners and then star ted back. Finally it tumbled down to the ground, 11itti11g its own criginal bones with a hollow crack. And then it was still. That head was not the only moving thing in the cell. One skeleton raised its long, trembling arm and pointed at them; another's legs rattled across the floor. And a fourthone seemed to spring up all at once, as though it had dozens of loose bones, and hurl itself with a clatter into one corner. It lay there a scattered heap, with only one lone white rib to mark the place where it had been. That was the way it seemed t o the yearlings; of course they did not see the black threads that ran through cracks in the door where the six could stand and jerk them at their pleasure. It was all over a moment later. The four heard a knob turn and then to their amazement saw the iron door, which they had thought would never open on them alive, swing back and let in a flood of glorious light. And an instant later the familiar and even welcome figure of Mallory came in. He stepped up to each and qnickly cut the ropes that bound them. And when all fonr were free he stepped back and gazed at them. As for them, they never moved a muscle, but stared at him in consternation and confusion. "Come ont, gentlemen," said Mark. "Come out and make yourselves at home." That voice was real, anyway, thank Heaven for that! The four h ad not yet succeeded in recovering their wits enough to realize the state of affairs. They fol lowed Mark mechanically, though they were able to stand. They found themselves in the weli lit and furnished apartment, the rest of their enemies bowing Then indeed they began to realize the hoax, its success, the way they had been fooled! And they staggered back al!ainst the wall. The silence lasted a minnte at least, and then Mark stepped forward. "Gentlemen,'' he said, "I hope you understand why we did this. It may seem cruel, but we could think of no other way of bringing-yo u to your senses. We could have done much more if we had wanted to; but, we trust this will be a lesson that--" "Confound you!" snarled Bull. "Steady," said Mark, smiling, "or in there you go again.'' That suggestion alone made Bnll shiver, aud he ventured not another sound. "And now," said Mark, "if you will let ns, we will conduct yon back to camp. And all I want to say besides is the next time you want to haze, try fair open tactics. If you try any more s11eaki11g plots I shall not show the mercy I did this time. Come on." Some ten minutes later the four were poked through the crevice in the rocks again and led blind-folded to the boats ard to camp. Which was the end of "Mark Mallory's Revenge." [THE END. J In the next number (29) of Army and Navy, will be published as the complete Military Academy story "Mark Mallory's Arrest; or, A West Point Cadet's Adventure in New York," by Lieutenant Frederick Garrison, U. S. A.


CHAPTER I. A PERILOUS SITUATION. To crash upon a rock while sailing in a smallboat is about as exciting an adventure as one would care to meet with in hot weather. Add to this a few of the circumstances that follow and you have quite an unpleasant state of affairs indeed. In the first place let it be in the middle of a lonely bay. Add the fact that you are quite lost and haven't the remotest idea where your port lies. -Also that there are two helpless girls on board, girls who do not know how to swim. Then to cap the climax, have the wicked-looking fin of a hungry shark cutting the water like the keel of a steamer close to the boat. That was the precise condition of the party with whom this story has to deal at the moment when we first glance in upon them. The circumstances were as follows: Two naval cadets aboard the U. S. training ship Mononga hela, at present returning from her practice cruise, and stopping in' tl1e Bermudas on the way, had bee n wandering through the town of St. George's dming the previous day. They were our friends, Clif Faraday and his comrade Jo y whose adventures form the subject of this story. Clif, the elder of the two, was a handsome, sturdy lad, brave and fearless. Quite by accident during the previous evening he had overheard a conversation between two English army lieutenants. The two rascals were concocting a plot to kidnap two young ladies whose acquaintance Clif had previously made. F aradayt s Triumph ; or, A HARD-EARNED VICTORY. That accounted for the position that the two American lads were in. They had sailed out in the boat they now occu pied, and rescued the girls, who were at present in the bow of the fleeing craft, along with an old servant, Peter, who had been their escort. During the trip back toward home the accident above mentioned had occurred. The frail craft had crashed up against one of the numerous hidden rocks which make the entrance to St. George's bay so dangerous. As if the presence of the darting shark were not sufficient to terrify the unfortunate party, another discovery was made at the same instant. A naptha launch had swung into view around one of the islands. It contained no less dreaded a pair than the Englishmen, the two lieu tenants from whom they were striving to escape. Clif would not have been in the least afraid of them, nor his friend Joy either, for both were fairly bristling for fight; the one disturbing fact, howeve.r, was that the one firearm among the crowd was in the pcssession of the enemy.* Such was the state of affairs; the more pressing danger was fortunately however quite speedi ly rem,1ved. The boat upon striking the rock had lurched violently and literally flung its occupants into the water. Their first instinct was to strive to k _eep afloat, a pro cess which to their infinite joy they found was rendered easy by a solid bottom beneath their feet. They were standing upon one of the shallow half sub*Clif Faraday's Galantry. Army and Navy No. 27.


ARMY NAVY 1311 merged reefs which line most of the Ber-revolver; he could not see but that it muda Islands. If there is anything was the key to the situation. FitzJames, which a shark dreads, and that no matter from a safe place in the launch, might how hungry a shark it may be, it is shal-do what he chose. He was probably in low water. To run up onto a sand bank a vengeful mood, his head aching from is the fate which every voracio"usly-purthe terrific blow that the cadet had dealt suing fish must watch out for. Couse-him. qnently, after thrashing the water with Nobody realized the state of affairs his tail in anger, the creature suddenly more than Fitz]ames himself; the helpdarted off across the bay, an

1312 AR:ilY AXD i\.A YY lessly. "And you can bet we'll tie you fast this time." The helpless listeners made no answer to his taunts. They merely shrank back to the farthest edge of the shallow reef. Fi tzJ a mes' face clouded as he noticed that move. "Now there's no \1Se beginning any nonseuse," he snarled. "We've got you and you might as well give up. And as for you two Yankee kids, there's no use of your doubling up your fists, because I've cartridges enough for the whole crowd of you." That informaton, however, had little effect on the "kios ;" they kept their fists doubled and glared defiance. "If you hadn't been such fools," continued the Englishmen. "If you'd minded your own bu<>iness and let us take the girls, you wouldn't gotten into this trouble." Clif Faraday smiled at that, though there was no mirth in his smile. "I thank yon for your advice," he remarked. ''It is very kind of yon, Lieutenant FitzJames. But I am none the less glad I did as I did." "A brave word and well spoken.,'' pnt in the melancholy Joy, who had good canse to be melancholy at last. ''By Jake, I'm proud of you, Clif I'd rather have had peace myself; but still, I'm not sorry--'' "You'll be sorry before long!" sneered Fitz] a mes. "By thunder, I' 11 see to that if I have to smash your head in.'' "A good inducement to surrender," growled Joy. "Are those the best term. s you can offer?" The Englishman glared him furiously for a moment, saying nothing. Then suddenly he shook his head angrily and raised his revolver. "Enough of nonse11se !" he cried. "Enough, I say! I don't want to listen to your infernal chatter! I mean business, and I mean it in a hurry, too. Do you hear me?'' "You spoke loud enough," observed Joy, recklessly. The lieutenant's brow clouded with passion, and he cocked his revolver ominouslv. "You'll wish you'd shut up!" he snarled. "Ry Heaven, I'll put a bullet through you before long.'' A mome11t later he turned toward the two young ladies and aimed his weapon straight at them. "Miss Lorna," he said, with ::i leering politeness. "You will oplige me by coming aboard this boat at once." The girl thus addressed was standing up to her waist in the water, half sup porting her fainting and nearly hysterical friend. Old Peter, their boatman, was cowering at her side, but Lorna herself was calm and haughty. She faced the insulting fellow boldly and answered him. "Lieutenant FitzJames," she said, "yon have me in your power again. But I mean, sir, that yon shall understand the scorn I feel for you. You are a cow ard and a brute! And I wish I had that reYol ver." "\Veil, yon haven't it," sneered the officer. "So vou needn't make any fuss. The best thi1{g for yon to do is to come aboard this boat and end the nonsense at once." "I have about made up my mind, sir," the girl answered, "to refuse." "To refuse!" "I have! There are some things more precious than life--" "Oh, bosh!" sneered the other. "Vou know me, I think, and yon know I am desperate. I mean to have you. I'd probably be hung for this business any wayif I were caught-so I've nothing to lose. I'd as leave shoot the other four to get you So don't be foolish.'' A moment after having said this the brutal fellow turned his revolver once more, aiming it this time straight at the trembling old man. ''I'll give yon just a minute, Lorna!" he snarled. "If you aren't iu this boat by t11e11 I'll blow one of that old fool's arms off. Get out your watch there, Romayne. '' The look of fiendish determination on the mau 's face as he gave this desperate order made the girl give in. She hesitated. A moment later she starte

ARMY AND KA VY 1313 "Stop! You shall not!" It was Clif Faraday who spoke. Clif sprang forward and put himself directly in front of the girl. He had been silent before this, but now he took command. "Lieutenant FitzJames," he said, calmly, "this party will not give up just yet. If you have to shoot somebody, shoot me, please.'' The lieutenant gazed at him in amaze ment. sneered. '"Watch me, then. Romayne, draw the boat back a yard or two." In response to the order, the machinery started and the launch glided slowly back from the reef. The party stared anxiously at it; Cl if never flinched, though he had not the least idea what his enemy intended to do. FiztJames was not long in showing him. He lowered the trigger of his weapon and removed the chambers. Then FITZJAMES RAISED HIS WEAPON; AN INSTANT LATER HE BROUGHT IT DOWN ON CLIF'S HEAD (page 1315). "Shoot you!" he echoed. Clif smiled sarcastically. "I'll take the risk," he said. "You may try one shot. You have forgotten that your revolver got soaking wet once or twice last night?" The Englishman flushed angrily at that. "So that's your game, is it!" he slowly and deliberately he took out every cartridge and droppecl it into the water. He wiped the rest of the revolver dry. Then he turned to Romayne. "Pass me a few cartridges, old man,'' he said. "I trust everybody will remem ber that you didn't fall overboard." Romayne did as he was asked, and then his comrade calmly loaded the


1314 ARMY AN"D NA VY weapon. Then he smiled upon his vic titns. "Stove up the boat," he said. "Now then, my Yankee warrior, hov; does that suit your taste? Give up now l" Clif smiled at him sarcastically. "Not quite yet," said he. "I thought you heard me say that I meant to give you one shot. Fire away." Clif's friends were staring at him in constern ation; the two Englishmen were scarcely le s s puzzled at his reckless de fiance. "You evidently don't see what I mean," the lad said, calmly. "You see, Lieutenant FitzJames, you have forgotten the fact that you are dealing with an American. It is not the fashion for Americans to stay alive while crimes such as this are being committed. We would rather die than see them. I mean to defc:nd these young ladies, as I set out to do." "Much good it'll do them," snarled Romay ne. "It will do lots, I think. You see, I know your plot. You do not want to kill me if you can help it, because, as you know, murder js a serious crime. You want to marry Miss Day and get her monev-l'm glad to see you blush! If yon killed me you would have to flee and your plot would fail. Fire away!" And Clif folded his arms and faced the raging villain, not twenty yards distant. The latter's response was prompt and terrible. He raised his revolver with a furious oath, took deliberate aim, and fired point blank! CHAPTER III. CAPTURED AT LAST. Lorna D a y gave a shriek of horror; her fri e nd fainted dead away ; Joy sprang forward, but Clif Faraday never turned a hair. The bullet had whis tl e d past his head, almos t t ouching an e ar. The lad still smiled as he stared at the Englishman. "That was a bluff," he said. "Try again, Liec.t enant FitzJames." The two t1pon the launch were really amazed at his coolne s s, and neither knew just what to do. Clif was right in what he said; they did not want to shoot him. And a moment late r FitzJames virtually surrendered hi s position. He slipped the revolver into his belt. "Shove up the boat, Romayne," he cried. "I waut to take that cub alive. And by Heaven, when I do, I'll cut his eyes out!" The real battle b egan with startling swiftness after that. Romayn shot the launch forward until it almost grounded on the r e ef. Fitz James sprang to the bow, and Clif turne d to the women. "Back! back!" he cried. "Out of the way! Ready there, Joy!" Joy was ready for a fact; he sprang boldly to his comrade's side, clinching his fists. Joy's usually melancholy face was flushed with excitement; its owner, like most men of peace, was thirsting for blood. The two, side by side, awaited the onslaught of the men. FitzJames' burly fignre, as it towered in the boat, was formidable, and c alculate d to awe the boldest. He clutched a lon g pole in his hand, brandishing it as if it had been a mere stick. A m oment later, with an oath of rage, he aimed a s avage blow at the two. There was no way for the lads to dodge it for the reef was very narrow and slippery. The terrified girls h a d been driven out into deep w a ter. Clif and Joy saw their peril jus t in time. The attack had come so sudd e nly that on the slippery reef they had no chance to run. There was but one other resort, a no\'el one. "Duck!" roared Clif. And duck they did, both together, and with the swiftness of a frightened muskrat. The huge stick land ed upon the water with a r e soun

ARMY AND NAVY 1315 perceive Faraclay's move than he reversed the lever with all his might. In an instant the launch seemed fairly to leap back. Clif was springing for the bow as it did so; he found himself strug gling helplessly in the deep water. With a quick cry of delight, Romayne once more changed the machinery. The boat darted forward, and FitzJames raised his weapon. He saw his rival's upturned face gazing up at him in despair; an instant later he struck. There was a dull thud and the swim ming lad sank beneath the surface, leav ing nothing but a stain of blood to mark where he had been. Lorna staggered back with a shriek of horror; and Joy, blinded and confused, sprang forward only to be bowled helplessly over by a terrific swing of FitzJames' fonniclable weapon. A moment later Clif Faraclay's body reappeared upon the surface. Romayne seized it, all white and bloody, and jerked it roughly aboard. FitzJames sprang into the water and passed up the unconscious Joy in the same way. And then the victory was won. FitzJa111es turned upon the two girls then. All his former semblance of polite n e ss was gone now, for he was still wild with fury. "I suppose you fools are ready to give up now," he snarled. "Come on!" They were ready, for a fact; they were so horror-stricken that they could not speak. The two ruffianly lieutenants helped them both aboard, the old man with them. They huddled together in the bow. "We' ll have no funny business this time," said Romayne, rudely. "Give me your wrists." The three dared not offer a word of protest to anything he did. He tied their hands, Clif Joy's also, though both were ti 11consc10us. "I guess that settles it at last," said FitzJames. "Start the machinery, and back we go to Shark The launch gave a throb and sprang through the water once more. The two lieutenants, gazing about them, saw that the hay was still silent an

1316 ARMY AND NA VY corner, and all sorts of boxes scattered about. "You are welcome tu our cave," said FitzJames, with a leer. "I trust that its efficiency as a prison will be eviqent to you. At high tide the water rises and you cannot get out, you see. At low tide we will always be here to guard you. Altogether it is an excellent arrangement." The exhausted and terrified girls sank

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