CHAPTER II.
PLEBE BRIGGS LEARNS A FEW THINGS "Anstey!" called Prescott softly across the company street.
"Oh, was it you idiots ?" demanded the Virginian, showing his wrathful looking face.
"No," replied Dick.

"Come over as quickly as you can." It took Anstey a few minutes to dry himself, and to rearray himself, for the Virginian's sense of dignity would not permit him to go visiting in the drenched garments in which he had awakened.
"Which one of you was it ?" demanded Anstey, as he finally entered the tent of Furlong and his bunkies.
"No one here," Dick replied.

"The other gentlemen don't even know what happened, for I haven't told them." So Anstey withdrew his look of suspicion from the five cadets.
No cadet may ever lie; not even to a comrade in the corps.

Any cadet who utters a lie, and is detected in it, is ostracized as being unfit for the company of gentlemen.

So, when Dick's prompt denial came, Anstey believed, as he was obliged to do.
"It was a plebe, Mace," continued Dick.
"I'll have all but his life, then!" cried the southerner fiercely.
"I wouldn't even think of it.