In another half-hour he was able to stand, and supporting him
on each side, they led him slowly down to the hospital.
"What's the matter?" said the doctor as they entered the office. "Oh! I
see. You found him lying bleeding up by Fort Hut, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir," said Cleary.
"He must have fallen down and hit his head against a stone, don't you
think so?"
"Yes, sir."
"That's a dangerous place; the pine-needles make it very slippery,"
said the doctor, as he entered the case in his records. "Here, Mose,
put Cadet Jinks to bed."
This time Sam was laid up for two weeks, but he felt amply repaid for
this loss of time by a visit from no less a person than Cadet Smith.
"Mind you never tell any one I came here," said Smith, "and treat me
just the same when you come out as you did before; but I wanted to
tell you you're a brick. I never saw a man stand up to a dressing the
way you did, and that's the truth."
[Illustration: THE MANLY SPORT AT EAST POINT
"STARKEY STOOD OFF AND GAVE HIM HIS COUP DE GRACE"]
Tears of joy rolled down Sam's damaged face.
"I've brought you those photographs of the hazing, too," said Smith
with a laugh. And he produced two small prints from his pocket. Sam
took them with trembling hands and gazed at them with rapture. One of
them represented Cleary and Jinks tied to the stake, apparently about
to be burned to death, and Sam was delighted to see the ultra-perfect
position which he had assumed.
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