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N 29 i FUN AFLOAT AND ASHORE i Two military and naval cadet school i stories complete in this number. ! i : : 5 CENTS C lif F a r a d ay will h a v e th e fres hness salt e d o ut o f him down th e re,'' c hu ckle d Cr ane. ( Clif Faraday s Fail ure," Complete In thl.s number. )


A WEST POINT SCENE. The Cadet Battalion Marching from Camp to Barracks.


ARMY AND NAVY. A W E EKLY PUBLICATION FOR O UR BOYS. lss11l'd week l y. B y substr i plion. $2.)0 p er year. Ent e r e d a s S e cond.Cla s s [Mall r r al lit e N t w York Po s t Office S 'TREET &t SMITH, 23 8 W 1/li a w Strcc/, New Y ork Cop y r ig ht e d 1 898. Edi tor, A RTHU R SEWALL. J a nuary 1 ; 808. V ol. I. 0. 10. Price, Five Cents. CONTENTS OF TI-IlS NUMBER: Clif Faraday's Failur e (Comple t e s t ory), Ensi gn Cla rke Fitch, U. S N. Mark Mallory s Arrest (Comp l e t e s t o r y), Lie ut. Frede n c k Garrison, U S. A The Treasure of Isora (Seri a l ) Brook s McCormic k Under the Shadow (111us tr a ted S h o rt St ory) G ordon Rob e rt s PA GE. 1 347 1359 1374 137 6 1379 1382. 1 386 Tom Fenwick's Fortune (Seria l), Frank H C onve r s e The Cryptogram (Seria l), William Murray Grayd o11 A Young Breadwinner (Seria l ) M a tthe w White, Jr. Edi torial Chat Department 139 0 Amateur Journalism Our Joke Department PRIZE CONTEST. D e partm e nt 1 391 1392 THE results of the "Criticism Contest will be announced next week. A new competition is now in preparation. Watch this page for details.


/ CHAPTER I. ON MISCHIEF BENT. "If we are caught the old man will keelhaul us, Clif "If we are caught, Joy. Don't worry yourself into a fever about that. There's no danger. Anyway the fun is worth the risk. Where's Nanny and Trollev ?" "Comillg. Ha

1348 ARMY A D NAVY from behind the reel. "Hi, Clif he's gone!" "Glad of that," came the reply, and Faraday emerged into view on his hands and knees. "It was a close call," he added, as he straightened up. "Yes. The way he thrust about with that confounded sword I thought he would surely pink one of us. I hate swords, anyway. They are the distinguishing mark of a warrior, and you know what a man of peace I am. The olive branch is the true-what in thunder is that?" He stooped and pointed to a bright red stain which was spreading on Clif's white duck trousers just above the knee. "What's the matter, Clif? Why, chum, you are wounded.'' "It is nothing-a mere scratch," re plied Faraday, coolly. "Nothing?"Joy was hastily examining a jagged hole in the duckcloth "Nothing? It's a sword wound. Clif, that cadet officer cut you." "Oh, I guess he pinked me a little. But it isn't worth making a fuss about. I'll go down and get Henry, the sickbayman, to give me a bit of bandage. In the meantime meet Trolley and Nanny and have them--" he gasped, slightly, and his handsome face blanched with pain-"have them ready. I'll be back in a mivute." H,e walked away, striving his utmost to keep from limping. His hands were clinched and his white teeth were firmly set. A little trail of blood marked his course to the forward hatchway. "Well, of all the plucky customers, he certainly takes the medal,'' murmured Joy, following his chum's retreating figure with his eyes. "By Jake! if it had been me I'd yelled like a Comanche Indian. What nerve, what wonderful nerve.'' He was dancing about in an excited manner when two youths, one small and the other squat and burly, slipped into the circle of light from the shadows for ward. The latter youth who. m, from his peculiar countenance was evidently a snbject of the Emperor of Japan, held up both hands in evident amazement. "Quick, Nanny!" he exclaimed "Something happen. Look at Joy. He crazy. Never seen him like that before." The slight youngster with him also seemed surprised. He stared at the lanky plebe for a moment, then gave a quick glance around. "What's the matter?" he cried. "Where'sClif? Speak, confound you! Has anything happened--" A hand was thrust over his mouth from behind and he was dragged down close to the side of the topgallant forecastle. "Sh-h! Some one come fromaft," whispered Trolley. The latter with Joy crouched alongside the little lad and the trio waited in breathless silence while the tall figure of the cadet officer slowly appeared into view. The new-comer cast a glance around the apartment, then he turned on his heel and walked away. Before he had gone ten paces, be suddenly wheeled and looked back. But the hidden plebes \Vere too shrewd to be caught by such an ancient trick. They had played "hide and seek" before, and with suspicions cadet officers, too. Evidently disappointed at his failure, the youthful officer again vanished. After a moment the three plebes came out, Trolley and Nanny chuckling merrily, but Joy with the:: inevitable funereal expression still upon his mealancholy face. "Thought we were durned fools," grinned Nanny. "It'll take a smarter chump than Corporal Sharp to catch us.'' "He no in it so mew hat,'' said the Japanese youth, who had a penchant for slang and a wonderful facility for twisting it. ''Him got to get a motion on him before he--" "But what about Cltf?" anxionsly interrupted Nanny. "Where is he?" "Down in the sick bay," replied Joy, gloomily. "Why-what--" "Cadet Corporal Sharp stuck him with his sword.'' "The deuce! I go stick him." The exclamation came from Trolley. He started off, but his two companions caught him each by an arm. "Don't be a chump," said Joy. "You will only get yourself into a scrape. You


ARMY NA.VY 1349 can't attack a cadet officer, man. It would be rank mutinv." "I no care. He hurt Clif Faraday, and him m y good friend. I fight for Clif a11y week. Let go." "I'll beat yonr fat head to a jelly if yo11 move a finger!" cried Nanny, throw ing both arms abo11t his neck. This blood-curdling threat and the fact that the little lad's arms were almost choking him, caused the p11gnacious Jap to desist. "All right," he muttered, reluctantly. "I lick him out of sight sometime. Him hmt Clif." He ended with a long string of Japanese expletives, and peace was restored once more. "How did happen?'' queried Nanny, addressing Joy. The lanky cadet explained briefly, add ing, with 11nusual animation: "I hadn't the least idea Clif was being wounded. The boy never whimpered, and that sword was u11com111on keen. It must have hurt like the deuce." "1t wo11lc1 take more than that to make Clif Faraday cry out," said Nanny, proudly. "I never saw such a fellow. He's simply wonderful." "He's got a great head." "Him beat the deck." "Look at what he has done since we all entered the Naval Academy last June," continued Nanny, warmly. "Why, before he came in, the plebes didn't dare breathe. Crane and that crowd rnled the roost and thought, simply beca11se they were membe rs of the third class that they could make us plebes eat dirt." "Clif showed them two or one things," chimed in Trolley. "He whip the stock ings on the whole gang. He beat 'em at every point. 1f it no was for Clif we would not be nothing. Hurray!" "And he isn't a bit vindictive either," said Joy. "When Jackson, the third class man was ill in Madeira, Clif brought him fr11it a11d the latest papers from shore." "And Jackson hated him like poison, too. Now they say he swears by Clif, and his whole class is going to cut him for it. "Clif he no st11ck up because he cadet," observed Trolley, reminiscently. "I see him explaining things to one of the sail ors yesterday. ''And he gave that poor fellow who was sent ashore to the hospital five dollars for expenses.'' There is no telling how much longer this song of praise would have continued if there hacl not come a startling interrnp tion just then. The three plebes were so interested in their theme that no one observed the stealthy approach from aft of a figure clad as a cadet officer. The first intimation of danger was a rapid step, and a stern voice, saying in muffled tones: "What are you doing here, sir? Your names, please.'' "Oh, lud it's Sharpe!" groaned Nanny. Trolley stepped up to the new-comer and drew back his clinched fist. "I fix you now for hurting Clif !" he cried, threateningly. But the blow never fell. CHAPTER II. PLOT AND COUNTERPLOT. A low but merry laugh came from the supposed cadet officer, ang he removed his cap with a mocking bow "Clif Faraday!" stammered Trolley, starting back. "Clif, by all that's wonderful!" cho rnsed Joy and Nanny. "You fellows are easily fooled," laughed Clif. "Why, you were white in the face. The next time you have some thing important to talk about just go down in the hold.'' "Important subject," chu .ckle Nanny. "That's good. How egotistical he is. We were talking about you all the time." "I good mind to lick you anyhow," said Trolley, whose beaming face belied his words. "You fool me plenty good. I think I see my finish." "Whatin the world are you doing in those duds?" asked Joy. "Got mine all stained with blood, and thought I would use Thorpe's. He's asleep and he don't know the difference. Glad the idea struck me. It helped me to teach you fellows the importance of being careful. Have you got the things?"


1350 JRMY .A.XD XAVY Joy produced a b11ndle a11d op e n ed it, displ aying to view a small jacke t, a diminutive pair of trousers a nd a s m ar tlooking cap. The whole form ed a co m plete suit in miniatme of the naval c ade t unifor m. In larg e white l etters upon the b ack of the jac:ket w ere the wo r ds : "NA V A L CADET CRANE Third Cla s s Chump.'' "He'll have a sp asm when he sees this," chuckled Clif. "He looks li k e a monkey anyway, and when we get this snit on that baboon the captain go t in Bermuda, and turn it loose there'll b e more fun than a country circus." "Did you bring the b e ll, a s ked J oy. The Japanese youth dre w a small h a nd b e ll, a nd three tin cups from b e ne ath his blouse. He exhibite d the l a tt e r article s with a prodigiou s grin, a nd s aid: "I find these two The y make bully n o i se That monk, he no d o s o m e t h in g whe n h e find the m ti e d t o him lle c k Hurray!" "What did you find b e low, N anny?" que ried Clif. "The c age is just outside the capt a in s door," r e pli e d the little cad et. 1'lt' s fast ened with a lock, but I bribe d the s tewa rd to g ive m e the key. He h ates the i de a of tending to a m onk, and he w a s g l a d enough to help us "Forward, then," briefly comma nd e d Faraday. As they crept toward the h atchway leading to the gundeck a youth s cantily attired in ni ght clothes h as til y rose f ro m a crouching positi o n on the uppe r s t eps of the ladder and vanishe d b e low. Before Clif and his companions liad reached the top of the l a dd e r he w as cl ea r acros s the deck stooping under a ham-111ock. Pee pin g out he saw the unsuspecting

ARMY AND KAVY 1351 Faraday, the "freshest plebe the Academy ever saw." "I've got a scheme," exclaimed Crane at last, and he was so excited that several prompt "sh-h's!" came from his compa11ions. "It's great," he continued in a lower tone. "It'll break that fresh duck's heart." "What's the plan?" "Tell it quick." "\Vait a moment,'" interrupted a cadet from Iowa named Pierce. He glanced suspiciously at Judson, and added: "What's this plebe doing here? He belongs to Faraday's crew." "I don't," protested Greene. "No, he's a sneak,'' pnt in another cadet, contemptuously. "He's a traitor and a turnco at. I guess Faraday wouldn't h a ve him. Faraday's square, anyway. He fights fair." wha t I say," said another cadet. "If tha t s n eak is going to have an ything to do with it I'll draw out." "So w iJI I." "Yo n f ellows n ee dn t get your ba .cks up," growle d Crane, making a sign to Juds on. ''He's n o t in this affair. He just g a ve 111e a bit o f information.'' G r ee ne slipped away without listening to further argument. His face burned with so m ething a s u ea r shame as his mean p etty n ature c o ul d feel. -Thoroughly dis comfite d h e w ent t o his and turne d in, a11cl tha t w as the la s t of him for th a t ni ght. Afte r a f e w furthe r words, Cri!ne ex plain e d hi s g reat pl a n. It was receiyed with enthusias111, a nd the half-dozen cadets starte d on the trail of Cl if Faraday and his chulll s CHAPTER III. THE R EYOLT O f JOCKO. In the m eantime Clif and his party had made their w ay aft to the vicinity of the cabin pantry The ir obj ect was, a s has been partially explain e d, to e nli s t the a id if not the sympathi e s of a bab o on recently purchased by the ca ptain of the Monongahela, in a scheme to duly m ake ridiculous the name of one Crane, naval cadet of the third class. .. .l _, The war between the third class and the "Great Un hazed," as Clif jo'\(ially callerl his little band, had progressed with but few intermissions of peace since the entrance of the new plebes into the Academy. The "war," if it could so be called, had thus far resulted <;lecidedly in favor of Clif and his frienrls. The young leader had displayed such cleverness and courage in outwitting the enemy that the fame of the feud had spread outside the Academy. On board the practice ship, now returning from the aQnua 1 cruise, the struggle between the handful of plebes and the thi:d class was being watched with the greatest interest. Even Cjptain Brookes, a stern disciplinarian generally, kept himself posted through his executive officer. Both were gracluates of the old Academy, and the recollections of their own experiences as plebes and third classmen was still green within them. Thus far the hazing had been confined to the forward deck, but this night Clif had boldly decided to invade the sacred precincts aft. It was a ticklish undertaking, to at tempt to invade the cage of a half-wild and probably -irritable baboon, and to clothe him in unaccustomeci garments, but the reckless plebes gave it little thought. "lf the monk kicks up a row we'll just scoot, that's all," remarkecl Joy. "By Jake,! it'll be worth all the trouble to turn the laugh on Crane." "If Jocko sees that face of yours he will be too paralyzed to chatter,'' grinned Nanny. "He! he!" began Trolley, but Clif cheeke d his mirth. "Shut up that trap," he commanded, in a whisper. "You fellows will spoil everything. The old man had a ward roo111 dinner to-night, and he'll not sleep very much. Here's the cage." The little party halted in front of a wooden box-like affair having a front of small iron rods. It was about five feet in height and four feet deep. Despite the boy's cautious approach the occupant was aronsed, and the faint clank of a chain came from the dark int e rior.


1352 ARMY AKD NA. VY "His monkshi p is on to us," said Clif, peerin g into the cage. "I am afraid he'll be calling the watch before long.'' "You show light and I mesmerize him," suggested Trolley. "My eye have great power over wild beasts." "A good club would have more," com mented Joy. Clif suddenly straightened up. "Why didn't I think of that before?" he exclaimed. "What?" "Chloroform. We'll put the begger asleep. Nanny, run forward and ask Henry, the sick bayman, to send me a bottle of chloroform and a spray atomizer. Say it's for me. Quick!" The little plebe vanished, and the others withdrew from the cage. A few moments later Nanny reappeared and gave Clif the articles he had asked for. "Yon certainly take the biscuit," he said. "You can getanything on this ship for the asking. I believe the old man would give you his best shirt if you sent for it. Here's your chloroform and spray er. Henry almost broke his neck in his hurry to get it.'' Clif laughed as he took the articles from Nanny's hands. "You are only kidding, youngster," he replied. "You fellows hold your noses while I fix the monk.'' He filled the atomizer and thrust the nozzle part between the bars. The act was evidently viewed as a hostile one by Jocko as lie gave vent to a shrill screech. "Holy Moses! let him have it!" ejacu lated Joy. Clif sent a fine stream of the drug into the cage. It. was a lucky shot, striking the animal fairly in the face. There was a sputtering, a faint chattering, then all was quiet again. Nanny hastily produced the key he had secured from the steward and in much less time than it takes to write it, the devil-may-care cadets had poor Jocko out upon the deck. The animal was still whimpering, but another

ARMY AND NAYY 1353 gasped the irate officer. at that game. Just come let us see who yon are." <'Two can play The first attack resulted as already de back here and scribed, then Jocko made a dash for As he drngged the luckless cadet toward the cabin he suddenly noticed that the cage door was open. "You have been at my monkey!" he cried, wrathfully. "So that is why you here, eh?'' "N.o-o, s-sir," stammered the prisoner. "I didn't see the mo-monkey, sir. Indeed I didn't, sir.'' "Then who did?" "I-I don't now, sir." "What are you doing out of your ham mock and in this part of the ship? Are you on watch ?'' "No, sir." "Then--'' By that time the cartain had escorted his captive within the circle of light. As the two paused near the door the sound of a subdued chuckle and a strange chat tering noise came from the gloom back of them. "By Jake! he's got Crane," loudly whispered a voice. Dropping his prisoner, who really was the leader of the third-class hazers, Cap tain Brookes made a dash for the spot. Before he could reach it, what seemed to be a miicroscopic edition of a naval cadet confronted him. There was a howl and a shriek and the strange apparition made a flying leap, landing upon the astounded officer's breast. A hairy paw grasped him by the beard and another tore a great slit in his pa pm as. Then with a shrill clattering the object sprang for Crane. It was Jocko the baboon! CHAPTER IV. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY. Wild with fright and anger, annoyed at being disturbed, and almost crazed by the strange drug, the animal had quickly recovered consciousness and brQke from Clif's grasp. It must be confessed that the latter made little effort to detain Jocko. He saw great possibilities of fun in giving him freedom, and he not only released the baboon, but gave him a pinch for good measure. Crane, leaving Captain Brookes furious with rage and pain. The thirdclass cadet divined the ba boon's intentions in time to turn, but not to escape. He broke for the cabin door yelling for help at the top of his voice, but when he passed through it Jocko was resting com fortably upon his back, and calmly dig ging great furrows in his face and neck. The pandemonium had aroused the whole ship. The members of the watch off duty were tumbling from their ham mocks in alarm, and those on deck were choking the hatchways in their efforts to reach the scene of disturbance. Crane and the monkey in their wild dash through the cabin encountered a ladder leading above. At that moment the executive officer, hurrying to the lower deck, had reached the bottom of this ladder. Crane and he came together with great force, and both were sent sprawEng. "Mnrder! Fire! Ow-w!" shrieked the terrified cadet. The executive officer said something stronger, and having in mind a possible mutiny of the crew, launched forth with his sword, which he had hastily snatched up. The flat part of the weapon caught Master Jocko in the ribs and sent him flying toward the iadder. Up this he scrambled shrieking with pain. As luck would have it the surgeon, grown gray in the service, was about to descend. A convivial evening with the ward-room mess had somewhat befuddled him, and he stopped aghast when his eyes fell upon the uncanny object hastily ap-proaching. Never before in all his experience had he seen a naval cadet three feet high and with such a strange ha!ry face. The good doctor started to rub his eyes, but sud denly he was set upon, scratched in a dozen places, bit in the leg, and almost disrobed. And then his wails of fear mingled with those of Crane. In the meantime Clif and his chums had gained the upper deck by way of the forward hatch. The four boys were al most breathless from laughing.


U54 AR:\1Y AXD NAVY T h e racket kicked up by Jocko had He eyed the fonr plebes wickedly as they exceeded their fondest expectations, and approach. ed, and little Nanny fell back they were merrily congratulating each in alarm. other as they hurried to the quarterdeck. "Look out, the brute will jump you," "Is Crane in it?', chuckled Nanny. he cried, warni11 g ly. "Up to his red hair," replied Joy. "I got ide a exclaimed Trolle y, grasp" This affair will settle that boy's goose ing Clif b y the arn1. He'll be willing to salute a plebe after "Well?" this." "vVe c atch monk." "Did you see him shoot through the A nd stop the fnn? door with the monk combing his back "But it b e goo d for Not much." us. We get glory monk, see? And hair?'' la11ghed Faraday. "It was a sight for capturing wild CLIF FARADAY WILL RAVE THE FRESHNESS SALTED OUT OF HIM DOWN THERE," CHUCKLED CHANE (pnge H\.'ii ) for old Neptune. And the captain, ha! ha! ha !-it's too rich!" The boys reached the after hatch just as Jocko had finished paying his respects to the sugeon. The latter had collapse d on the upper step and was feebly striking at the empty air with his clinched hands. Jocko was perched on the edge of the canopy railing getting his second wind. Crane, him get it into the n ecks for cau s ing all trouble. Hurr;:iy !" "It's not a b a d i d e a," h as tily r e plie

ARMY NAVY 1355 with the intention of flankmg Jocko, and Nanny followed close behind Faraclay. The baboon chattered viciousl y at them and crouched as if for a spring. "Throw the rope around him," directed the officer of the watch, approaching from forward. "Let him have-look out!" Jocko, seeing that h is enemies meant business, concluded to force the fighting. With a screech of rage h e leaped towa rd Clif. The plebe was ready for him, however. Swinging the heavy rope's encl he sent it flying directly into the animal's face. Jocko staggered back and befor e h e could recoYer himself a thick tarpaulin was thrown ove r him. "Skilfully done!'' called out Captain Brookes, emerging from the hatchway. "\'011 deserve credit, Mr. Faraday.'' "Yes sir,"' replied Clif, meekly. As poor Jocko was carried b e low to his cage Captain Brouk es called the executive office r a nd bade h i m 1111:ster the whole crew at daybreak. "I intend t o pro be th is outrage to the bottom," he stormed. ''It is going too far whe n cadets, who are supposed to be sleeping in their hammocks, invade the after part of the ship and create such a disgraceful distnrbance. I fortunately know one o f the perpetrators"-here he glared a t Crane-"and 1'11 discover the others." "Hurra I wi s h he soaks him," said Tro1ley to Joy. "Crane no good. Him get it this trip." "By Jake! it's our time to crow," r e p i ed the lanky p l ebe. "The third class fellows will have to get up before day to beat Clif." Now it chanced that this little bit of boasting on Joy's part started a train of circumstances which was destin ed t o cause Faraday no end of trouble before the night was over. Crane was a youth of remarkably sharp hearing. From where he stood he caught the words, and they acterl like oil on the fire of his wrath against Clif. "I'll get him yet," he muttered sav agely to himself. "I'll carry ou t my scheme if I have to kill him. 'We'll see if he can defy the whole third class." The decks were c leared a few moments later, and soon the practice ship was silently plowing through the waves as if pandemonium had 1iever' reiglJed within her wooden walls. Clif and his merry "crew" retired to their respecti\'e hammocks after a remi ni scen t chuckle or two, little suspecting the plotting of their arch enemy. It was shortly after the changing of the watch at eight bells (four o'clock) that four half-clad figures stole up to Clif's hammock. One of the figuresCrane bore a stout piece of canvas, and two of the others carried ropes. Crane stationed himself at the head and, giving a signal to his companion, quickly wound the canvas about Faraday's face. The rest deftly enveloped him in the ropes and soon they had their victim out of the hammock and stretched, trussed like a fowl, npon the de ck. "Sh-h step lightly," muttered the head conspirator. "Bring him to the forecastle. I'll go in advance and see if the coast is clear." The "coast," unfortunately for poor Clif, was clear, and very quietly and ex peditiously hi s enemies carried him to the extreme forward part of the topgall;:rnt foreca::tle. "Now," said Crane, with a triurnpliant clrnckle, "we'll give the fool a dose l1e'l l remember as long as 11e lives." CHAPTER V HAZED WITHIN AN INCH OF HIS LIFE. Clif's thoughts can be imagined. The first attack was so entirely unexpected that it required several minutes of nin g r aspir;g for the truth before he co11ld realize the situation. To be. rndely snatched from a hammock while bmied in slumber, and bound and gagged a nd hustled up two ladders with no gentle force is s ufficient to co nfllse one's ideas. Clif felt that it was an attempted hazing, bnt he

1356 .A.RMY AND NA VY meant an unpleasant experience he felt assured. Suddenly, while he was pondering over the situation and incidently straining at his bond s to see if there were any hope of escape, he heard a low voice close to his ear. "What do you think of yourself now, Clif Fara.cay?" it said, triumphantly. "You're in a pretty pickle, aren't you? It would take the whole third class to clown you, would it? Well, understand, there are only four of us, and we're going to down you in a way you won't like." Prompted by a desire to hear Clif's re ply to the taunt, Crane-for he was the ::;peaker unloosened the canvas about the prisoner's head. Under other circumstances this would have been a foolish move, but Crane knew very well that Clif would not create an alarm. Certain peculiar rules of etiqutte among hazers and hazed at the Academy make it incumbent on the latter not to place the former in any danger of discovery by the authorities. Now Crane's words had touched a sore spot in Clif's feelings. Ordinarily cool and collected, he felt an overpowering resent ment in the present case, and he lost his temper. "You will not down me, you coward,'' he retorted, passionately. "I defy the whol e lot of you. All your class put to gether can't do it." Crane chuckled and felt glad. He was also somewhat amazed. Neve r before had he had the pleasure of arousing Clif. He winked gleefully at his companions, and prepared to continue the badgering. "What a saucy little chilci it is," he said, with what he considered fine "It needs to be spanked and put to bed. Dou:t oo cry, ittie pittie. Your mamma will care for oo. '' "Go to blazes!" replied Cl if, contempt uously. "You make me ill. If you have an)r scheme in mind, just try it on, that's all. You will find vour hands foll." "Don'.t you think so for a minute, Far aday,'' retorted Crane, grimly. "We've got you dead, and we'll show vou that you can't make a success of We'll make you record a failure this night, just watch us. To-morrow the whole ship will know that the leader of the 'Great Unhazed' can no longer claim the title.'' To this threat Clif made no reply. He was compelled to confess to himself that his enemies at last had the upper hand. The rope with which he was bound re sisted all his efforts. Call for help he would not: No, not if they killed him. In silence he awaited events. He was curious to know what they intende d to do with him. If the faintest conception of his ene mies' cruel plan had come to him it is doubtful whether be would !lave been so easy in mind. He felt himself lifted and placed upon some hard object, then another rope was tied around h'is ankles. "It's a good job our fellows are on watch here," he heard Crane say with a chuckle. "Otherwise we could not carry out our great scheme. Up with him now. Ed, you go first. Here, take this rope and fasten it in the proper place. Leave plenty of slack." The next moment Clif was drawn for ward and up what s eemed to be an in clined spar. His back rubbed over ropes and bolts, and he could feel that he was being handled very Once he felt the ship give. a lurch and he slipped sideways. There was a sharp exclamation, then a pair of arms was thrown about him. "Heavens! he almost fell from the bowsprit that time!" gasped Crane. The bowsprit! The truth flashed over Clif with a sud denness that almost took his breath. They were taking him ont to the end of the bowsprit, the great spar which stretches from the prow of the ship. "What can they mean to do with me?" nrntterP

ARMY AND NAVY 1357 The sea was roughened by a stiff breeze from off the quarter, and the stanch old Mononaghela tripped and bowed and curtsied like a graceful dancer in a minuet. Overhead rose pile upon pile of snowy canvas as taut and motionless as if carved in marble. It was a beautiful night, and a scene fit for the brush of an artist, but it by no me9ns appealed to Clif. He was too interested in trying to solve the problem of his captors' next move. He did not have long to wait. Crane bent over him and drew the canvas tightly. about his mouth, then he felt hi111self being cautiously lowered headfirst from the bowsprit. Clif thought at first that they intended to frighten him, and lie set his teeth with a determined snap. "They'll not get a word from me," he muttered. "I'll show the cowards that I can stand anything they try." Down, down he went. Lower and still lower. A roll of the ship brought him sharply against the en

1358 ARMY AND NAVY ance necessary, and soon the white object, streaming with water, was laid upon the forecastle deck. The commotion had attr..icted attention, and it was not long before the executive officer, awakened for the second time that night, had joined the group. "What's + .he matter, Mr. Davis?" he demanded, briefly, of the ensign. ''A hazing affair, sir. We found Mr. Faraday dangling from the end of the dolphin striker. He looks as if he is dead." The confusion cansed by this last sentence was checked by the hurried arrival 0f the surgeon. As he rose up from a brief examination many grave and anxions faces were turned to him. "Well, doctor?" asked the first lieu tenant in a voice that trembled slightly. ''He is alive, sir,'' was the curt reply. "But that is all I can say. Prompt attention may save him, and then again--" He ended with a significant gesture. Hud

Mark Mallory's Arrest; OR, A West Point Cadet's Adventures in New York. By Frec'leric.k:: G01.rriso:1.-:.., u. s. A. CHAPTER I. KIDNAPPING 'I'HE PLEBE. "Ssh! Don't make a sound now." "Is he in there?" "Yes and he's asleep, too. Ready there?'' It was in Camp McPherson, the summer home of the west Point cadets. About eleven o'clock one Atlgust e\en ing. There was a bright moon in the sky. The moon saw a scene that was by this time quite familiar as is peered dowH on the snowy tents. The camp is silent and sleepy at night as a general thing, with no one moving bnt the restless sentries. But nowadays it was becoming quite a common thing for cadets to be up and prowling about, whispering together as they were this evening. For instance, the one A Company tent into which the speakers were peering had been visited in that same way no less than three times in the last week or two. That A Copmany tent was the home of the B. J.estplebesin all West Point, which accounts for the state of affairs. "B. J." is the West Point dialect for fresh, and if there is anything on earth an old cadet likes to haze and torment, it is a B. J. plebe. A plebe in West Point is a fonrtl.-class cadet, admitted in June, and during the summer housed in camp to learn to drill and walk straight. He is a stranger, and naturally timid, an object to be bullied and bossed, supposed to run if you look at him. The source of infinite amnsement to the hanghty yearling, who has ceased to be a plebe several months ago. As to the particular plebe who was sleeping in that aforementioned tent, he was different. To be brief, he had come to West Point with an idea in his head that he had as much right to be respected as any one and that those who wouldn't respect him he'd lick until they did. Such a plebe was of course intolerable. The cadets set out forthwith to subdue him, and they were still at it. It was now August, and Mark Mallory wasn't subdued a little bit. Outside of the tent where he was now sleeping, so unconscious of all danger, were huddled a group of some eight or nine whispering cadets, yearlings all of them. They were on the point of kidnapping :.Ylallory, for purposes unknown. It was a first-rate opportunity, for the camp was sound asleep. "Don't let him move, now," whispered one. "Hold him tight, for he'll fight like fury." "And take that wild hyena they call Texas along, too,'' added another. ''It was he who broke up all our fun the other night." ''He '''on 't get a chance to use his guns this time," snarled the first speaker. "And we've got enou!Sh of a crowd to handle any of the others if they wake up. Ready, now!" This conversation was held in a low tone off to one side Then having agreed just what each was to do, the crowd scattered and stole silent] y up to the tent. There were four cadets sleeping in it, all plebes, members of what the irate yearlings ca1led Ma11ory's gang, a secret society known to themselves as the Seven Devils.


1360 ARMY .A.ND NA VY For this B. J. Mallory had not only resist-make l1im sorry he ever lived this night, ed iiazing himself, but had gotten a ntlmI hope I may die on the spot." her of friends to help him; "B. B. J." B11ll was striding up and down in exwas the motto of the Seven Devils. citement as he muttered this. And there It was important that the yearlings was no less hatred and malice in the eyes should not awaken the others; they of his three whispering companions. placed themselves stealthily about the "I could kill him!" cried Gus; and he two victims. waited an instant, and then said it as if he meant it. at the signal stooped and pinned them to "He's been the torment of my life," the earth. The yearlings were quite ex-snarled Bull. "I hate him as I never pert at that now, and the two never even hated any one, and every time I try to got a chance to gasp. They were lifted get square on him, somehow everything up and run quickly away, held so tight goes wrong. I'd have had him fired from that they couldn't even kick. It was was this place in a week if it hadn't been for easy when there were three or four to one his confounded luck. But 'I'll make up plebe. for it this night. I'll lick him till The plan worked perfectly, and it can't stand up!" seemed as if no one had discovered it. "And I'll help!" chimed in Baby, the Neither of the other two sleepers had small boy of the gang. "When I think moved. Over in the next tent, however, of how lie served us last night I hate him some one was awakened by the noise, a so I could do anything." plebe of company B, another 111em ber of "I haven't gotten over it yet," snarled the immortal Seven. He sprang to his Bull. "Just think of being penned up tent door, and an instai1t later found him-in a black cave with a lot of skeletons. self powerless in the grip of two yearConfound him! But he won't get away lings who had stayed behind to watch ant this time as he did last night.'' for just that accident. Evidently this at-This interesting and charitable clia tack was better planned than the last one. logue was cut short just then by one of Master Chauncey Van Ranselaer l\Io1111t the other four. Bonsall of Fifth Avenue, New York, "What are yon fellows going to do?" aristocrat and lord higb chief dncle to the he cried. Seven Devils, was the unfortunate third "\Ve'll be there in a moment!" whis prisonet. He felt himself rushed over pered Bull. "Don't talk so land. Say, the beat of the purposely negligent senfellows (this to his own crowd) I say we try and hurried into the confines of the take l\lallory off by onrselves. Those solitary old Fort Clinton, where he was other fellows won't stand half we want bound and gagged w .ith celerity and preto do to him." cision and unceremoniously tumbled to ''That's so," assented the dyspeptic the ground by the side of l\Iark and Vance. "What in thunder did we let Jeremiah Powers, the wild ex-cowboy. them come for?" Everything was ready for the hazing "We couldn't have handled Mallory then. and Texas alone," replied Bull, sourly. The eight whu had participated in "And we had to take Texas, else he'd that kidnapping, speedily resolved them-have waked up and followed ns sure. But selves into two groups of four each. The I guess it'll be all right. Come ahead." members of one group we do not know, The four walked over and joined the but the other four were our old friends, rest of the yearlings then. the bloodthirsty Bull Harris and his three "We've ciecided what we'll do," said cronies Gus Murray, Merry Vance and the Bnll. "We won't need you fellows any Baby Edwards. They had stepped to one more. We're very much obliged to you side to talk over the fate of their unfor-for helping us." tunate pr-isoners. "The deuce!" growled one of them. "By Heaven!" cried Bull, clinching "I want to stay and see the fun." his fists in anger. "Fellows, we've got "But there's more clanger with so him at last! Do you realize it, he's ours many away," said Bnll, persuasively. to do with as we please. And if I don't "I '11 stand my share," laughed the


ARMY .A.ND NA VY 1361 other. "I want to. stay. I've a grudge against that plebe Mallory myself." Bull bit his lip in vexation. "The fact is, fellows," he said, "we want to take these plebes to a place we don't know anything about." "Why didn't you tell us that before you asked us?" growled the four. "I'm going to stay, I don't care what you say." The fact of the matter was that the lory and started to beat him into sub mission, seize a lash and leap at the helpless victim in a perfect frenzy of hatred. And who had heard him all that day wrathfully telling the story of how Mal lory and his gang, in an effort to cure him of his meanness, had frightened him almost to tears? Truly, thought the four, Bull's hazing was a thing to be supervised. So they stayed, and finally Bull had to accept the situation "STOP! STOP!'' CRIED THE POLICEMAN. "YIELD TO THE OF THE LA-AWi" (page 1367) four yearfo1gs were just a little chary about leaving their prisoner in Bull's hands, though they did not care to say so. They knew Bull Harris' character; he was a low-minded, vindictive fellow, unpopular even among his own class mates. His hatred of Mallory was well known. Who had not seen Bull, one night when the yearli .ng class took Mal"Come on," he growled, surlily. The crowd lifted their helpless victims from the ground and set out to follow Bull's guidance. They had no idea where they were going, and in fact Bull had none himself. He could think of no form of torture that was quite cruel enough for that hated Mallory, and he did not have the brains to think of one that was as


1362 AR.UY AND NAVY ingenious and harmless as Mallory had worked on him. "I'd tie him up and beat the hide off him," thought Bull, "if I could only get rid of those confounded .fellows that are with us. As it is, I'll have to find something else, plague take it." The crowd had been scrambling down the steep bank towatd the river in the meanwhile. Bull thought it would be well to douse Mallory in the water, which was one of the tricks Mallory had tried on him. After that he sai

ARMY AND NAVY 1363 "Be the saints!" he muttered in alarm, "It's a sojer, an' he's all tied up." "Um-nm-um!" groaned the figure in a ''nasal'' tone. It was Chauncey whom the tramp had found; Chauncey had slipped int-o his plebe trousers before he ran to the tent door, which accounted for the man's exclamation, a "sojer." If he had found Mark or Texas he would have exclaimed ;till more, for the latter two were clad i n their underclothing. Mr. O'Flaherty was a man of quick action; he saw that he couldn't gratify his curiosity about that strange traveller unless he cut him loose; so he did it. And then said he, "What the divil ?" Chauncey's first act to celebrate his liberty was a stretch and a yawn; his second was to seize the knife and rush to the back of the car, with the result that two more persons appeared in the moonlight a few minutes later. Of Mr. Timothy O'Flaherty they did not take the least bit of notice; they appeared to have something else of much more importance to talk about just then. And Timothy sat in the shadow and stared at them with open mouth. "Well, this is a scrape," muttered one of them, gazing at his own scantily clad figure and at the landscape rushing by. "What kin we do?" cried a second. ' Durnation take them dog gone old yearlin's!" "Bah Jove!" cried the third. "This :is deucedly embarrassing. I cawn 't go out on the street, don't cher know, dressed :in this outlandish fashion!" "And we can't get a train back," cried the first. ''An' durnat:ion, we got no money!" said the seconrl. "Bah Jove!" added the third, the one Timothy recognized as "Trousers" be cause he was the only one who had them. "Reveille']] sound, don't cher know, and we won't be there.'' This entertaining conversatlon was kept up for some fifteen minutes more. All Mr. O'Flal1erty managed to make out was that they had been sent away from some where and they hadn't the least idea how to get back. Presently one of them -Trouser!-discovered that he did have some money, plenty of it, whereupon Timothy's mouth began to water. That cleared the situation in his eyes, but it didn't seem to in theirs. Thev were afraid of being late and getting caught by some wild animal called reveille; moreover, they take a train be cause they had no clothes. Here Timothy thought he'd better step in. "Hey, Trousers!" said he. The dude" thus designated didn't recognize himself, so Timothy edged up and poked him to make him look. "Hey, Trousers!" said he. "I kin git yon ducks some togs." To make a long story short the ducks "tumbled" tQ that proposition in a hurry. Eve n Trousers, the aristocrat, conde scended to sit down and discuss way s and means with that very sociable tramp. To make the story still shorter Timothy propounded a plan and found it agreeable; "jumped" the car when it was finally switched off at Hoboken; and set out with ten dollars of the stranger's money, to bny second-hand clothing at one o'clock in the morning. "You be stlje to come back," said Mark. "Be cause we'll make it fifteen if you do.'' That settled whatever idea of "taking a sneak" was lurking in the messeng er's mind. He vowed to return, "sure as me name is Timothy O'Flaherty," which, as we know, it was. And he came too. He flung a pile of duds into the car and went off whistling with the promised reward of virtue in his pocket. It was a "bully graft" for him anyhow, and he promised himself a regular roaring good time. That :is the last we shall see of Timothy. As to the three plebes their joy was equally as great. They felt that this hazing was the supreme effort of the desperate Bull Harr]s, and it lrnd failed. Now that they were safe they conld contemplate the delight of turning up smiling at reveille to the consternation of ''the ene my." Truly this involuntary journey had panned ont to be a very pleasant affair indeed. Mark's first thought was as to a return tr.ain. They rushed off to the depot to find out, where they. discovered a ticket agent who gazed doubtfully at their soiled and raggeci clothing. The three realized then for the first time that their benefac-


1364 ARMY AND NA \'Y tor had kept a good deal of that ten dollars for himself and poor Chauncey, to whom a wilted collar was agony, fairly groaned as he gazed at himself. However, they found that there was a train in ten minutes; and at 3 :30-due at West Point at 4 :38. That w.:.s the essential thing, and the three wandered out to the street again. "We mustn't go far, don't ch er know," Chauncey. "We don't want to miss that train." Chauncey's was not a very daring or original mind. There was an idea floating through Mark's bead just then that never occurred to Chauncey; it would have knocked him over if it had. "When we went up there to West Point," began Mark, suddenly, "we expected to stay there two years without ever once venturing off the post." "Yes," said Chauncey. "Bah Jove, we did.'' -''And here we are way down at Hoboken, opposite New York." "Yes,'' assented Chauncey again. "It feels good to be don't it," observe

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