Produced by Jim Ludwig
DICK PRESCOTT'S THIRD YEAR AT WEST POINT
or
Standing Firm for Flag and Honor
By H. Irving Hancock
CHAPTERS
I. On Furlough in the Old Home Town
II. Brass Meets Gold
III. Dick & Co. Again
IV. What About Mr. Cameron?
V. Along a "Dangerous" Road
VI. The Surprise the Lawyer Had in Store
VII. Prescott Lays a Powder Trail
VIII. A Father's Just Wrath Strikes
IX. Back to the Good, Gray Life
X. The Scheme of the Turnback
XI. Brayton Makes a Big Appeal
XII. In the Battle Against Lehigh
XIII. When the Cheers Broke Loose
XIV. For Auld Lang Syne
XV. Heroes and a Sneak
XVI. Roll-Call Gives the Alarm
XVII. Mr. Cadet Slowpoke
XVIII. The Enemies Have an Understanding
XIX. The Traitor of the Riding Hall
XX. In Cadet Hospital
XXI. The Man Moving in a Dark Room
XXII. The Row in the Riding Detachment
XXIII. The Degree of "Coventry"
XXIV. Conclusion
"My son, Richard. He is home on his furlough from the Military
Academy at West Point."
Words would fail in describing motherly pride with which Mrs.Prescott introduced her son to Mrs. Davidson, wife of the newpastor.
"I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Prescott," said Mrs. Davidson,looking up, for up she had to glance in order to see the face ofthis tall, distinguished-looking cadet.
Dick Prescott's return bow was made with the utmost grace, yetwithout affectation. His natty straw hat he held in his righthand, close to his breast.
Mrs. Davidson was a sensible and motherly woman, who wished togive this young man the pleasantest greeting, but she was plainlyat a loss to know what to say. Like many excellent and ordinarilywell-informed American people, she had not the haziest notionsof West Point.
"You are learning to be a soldier, of course?" she asked.
"Yes, Mrs. Davidson," replied Dick gravely. Neither in his facenor in his tone was there any hint of the weariness with whichhe had so often, of late, heard this aimless question repeated.
"And when you are through with your course there," pursued Mrs.Davidson, "do you enlist in the Army? Or may you, if you prefer,become a sailor in our—er—Navy?"
"Oh, I fear, Mrs. Davidson, that you don't understand," smiledMrs. Prescott proudly. My son is now going through a very rigorousfour years' course at the Military Academy. It is a course thatis superior, in most respects to a college training, but thatit is devoted to turning out commissioned officers for the Army.When Richard graduates, in two years more, he will be commissionedby the President as a second lieutenant in the Army."
"Oh, I understood you to say that you were training to becomea soldier, Mr. Prescott," cried Mrs. Davidson in some confusion."I did not understand that you would become an officer."
"An officer who is not also a good soldier is a most unfortunateand useless fellow under the colors," laughed Dick lightly.
"But it is so much more honorable to be an officer than to bea mere soldier!" cried the pastor's wife.
"We do not think so in the army, Mrs. Davidson," Dick answeredmore responsibility, to be sure, but we feel that the honor fallsali