Just as the strokes were pealing forth Plebes Briggs and Ellis came up the street and stood at the front pole of Dunstan's tent.
"Come in, beasties," summoned Furlong.

"We are awaiting you." Neither plebe looked over joyous as the pair entered.
"Stand there, misters," ordered Dick, pointing to the space that had been reserved for the victims of the affair.

"Now, misters, there is some complaint that you have mistaken West Point for a theatrical training school.

The suspicion is gaining ground that you two beasties imagine you have been appointed here as comedians.
Is that your delusion ?" "No, sir," replied Mr.Briggs and Mr.Ellis in one solemn breath.
"Then what ails you, misters ?" demanded Dick severely.
Both plebes remained silent.
"Answer me, sirs.

You first, Mr.Briggs." "I think we must have been carried away by excess of animal spirits, sir," replied Mr.Briggs, now speaking meekly enough.
"Animal spirits ?" repeated Dick thoughtfully.