"He tells me that, every year, some of the yearlings slyly waylay a plebe whenever they can catch him pacing on number three post late at night." "What do they do to him ?" questioned Prescott.
"Oh, they don't do a thing to him, I reckon," drawled the Virginian.
"At least, nothing that a jovial fellow can object to.

They may roll him down in the ditch, take his gun away from him, and hide it, or some little thing like that." "Then, see here," proposed Dick solemnly, "Dodge may not be the most popular fellow in the corps, but he's one of us, anyway.

He belongs to our class.

Anything that is done against him is, in a measure, done to the whole class.

Anstey, we ought to get Dodge aside and warn him." "Warn him ?" repeated Anstey aghast.