CHAPTER X.
THE CURE FOR PLEBE ANIMAL SPIRITS So the weeks slipped by.
Up at five in the morning, busy most of the time until six in the evening, the cadets of the first, third and fourth classes found ample time to enjoy themselves between dark and taps, at 10.30, except when guard duty or something else interfered.
Much of the "idle" time through the day was spent in short naps, to make up for that short six hours and a half of regular night sleep.
Yet all the young men seemed to thrive in their life of hard work and outdoor air.
Hazing was proceeding merrily, so far as some of the yearlings were concerned.

Perhaps half of the class in all engaged in two or more real hazings through the summer.

A few of the third classmen became almost inveterate hazers.
But Dick Prescott, true to the principles had stated at the beginning of the encampment, hazed a plebe only when he believed it to be actually necessary in order to keep properly down some bumptious new man.
Dodge returned from hospital after a very short stay there.

Word had spread through the camp.

Though Dodge, who admitted frankly that his thrashing had been deserved, managed to keep a few friends, but was avoided by most of the yearlings.