"When you and Holmesy were out, last evening, I had Mr.Briggs in our tent for grinning at me and failing to say 'sir' when he addressed me." "You put him through some performances ?" "Nothing so very tiresome," replied Anstey.

"I made him brace for five minutes, and then go through the silent manual of arms for five more." "Humph! That wasn't much!" grunted Furlong.
"I guess that was why Mr.Briggs felt that he had to get square," mused Dick aloud.

"But a plebe is not allowed to get square by doing anything b.j." Again Anstey turned as if to go out, but Dick broke in: "Don't do it, Mace.

Try, for the next half hour, to keep as cool as an iceberg.

Trust the treatment of the impish plebe to us.
Greg, old fellow, will you be the one to go down and tell Mr.
Briggs that his presence in this tent is desired immediately ?" Plebe Briggs was alone in his tent, his bunkies being absent on a visit in another tent.