Harry Castlemon.

Don Gordon's Shooting-Box

The night of the 15th of January found Don and Bert installed in their room in the academy. It was large enough to accommodate two single beds, a steam-heater, a washstand, a table, and two chairs. At the foot of each bed was a small cupboard, in which they were to keep their uniforms, after they got them, and also their officers swords, if they were fortunate enough to win them at the next examination. Bert was poring over his French lesson, while Don, who was more than a year ahead of his class in all his studies, was reading the Rules and Regulations that hung upon the wall. There were fifty rooms on that floor, all occupied by boys who were supposed to be studying their lessons for the morrow. The only sound that broke the stillness was a steady tramping in the hall.

I wish that fellow, whoever he is, would go into his room and keep still, said Bert, after he had waited a long time for the tramping to cease.

Hell not go away until he is relieved, replied Don. He is a sentry. I have just been reading about him. He has charge of all the rooms on this floor, and it is his duty to suppress all loud talking or laughing, and to inspect the rooms occasionally to see that the occupants have not slipped out.

Where would they go if they did slip out? asked Bert.

I am sure I dont know, replied Don, as he walked up to the heater and held his hands over it. Neither do I see why one should want to leave a comfortable room like this to parade around in the deep snow, even if there were a place to go to pass the evening. Its fearful cold up here in this country, isnt it?

When Don and Bert left their Southern home the air was balmy, the birds were singing, a few early flowers were beginning to bud under the genial influence of the sun, and they earned their overcoats done up in shawl-straps; but long before they reached their journeys end they had put on all their heaviest clothing, and when the train brought them into Bridgeport they found the streets blocked with snow, and the river covered with a sheet of ice that was fourteen inches in thickness. The dreary winter scene that met their gaze every time they looked out of the academy windows made them shiver involuntarily, and it was no wonder that they wanted to hug the fire.

Suppose that sentry should find a room empty when he looked into it? said Bert, without replying to his brothers question. What then?

It would be his duty to report the owners, said Don.

That looks almost too much like tale-bearing, answered Bert. I dont like the idea; do you?

No, I dont; but what is a fellow to do about it? If it ever comes our turn to stand sentry during study hours, we can take our choice between doing our full duty, without fear or favor, and being reported and punished ourselves for negligence. I know what my choice will be. If the boys dont want me to report them, they must live up to the regulations.

When Don said this he meant every word of it; but after he had been at the academy a few weeks, Bert noticed that he never gave expression to such ideas as these.

He learned how to keep his back turned toward a room when he had reason to believe that the owners desired to take French for the evening; and when he was certain that they were out of harms way, he could open the door of that very room, and without much stretching of his imagination convert the dummies that occupied the beds into living, breathing students. It soon became known to a certain class of boys that the Planter was a brick, who would rather get into trouble himself than report any of his schoolmates; and they were not slow to take advantage of his good-nature. That was the term the students applied to his neglect of duty; but the superintendent called it disobedience of orders, and Don was punished accordingly.

What was that noise? exclaimed Bert, suddenly.

It sounded like a drum, answered Don.

And that was just what it was. A couple of drummers were walking around the building, every now and then giving their instruments a single tap.

It certainly means something, said Bert, with no little anxiety in his tone; but I am all in the dark.

So was Don. He was about to propose that they should step out into the hall and ask the sentry to enlighten them, when the door suddenly opened and that dreaded functionary thrust his head into the room.

I say, Plebe, he exclaimed, nodding to Don, give us your name, will you?

Don wonderingly complied, and the sentry drew a note-book from his pocket and wrote something in it.

Very unpleasant piece of business, said he, but it cant be helped. Orders are orders, as you will find before you have been here a great while. Next time keep your ears open.

Why, whats the matter? inquired Don. Have we done anything wrong?

I should say so. Why didnt you douse your glim? Did you not hear the signal?

We heard a drum, if thats what you mean, said Bert.

That was taps, and it meant lights out. Put that lamp out at once.

Well do it just as soon as we get ready for bed, replied Bert, jumping up and pulling off his coat.

Put it out, I tell you, exclaimed the sentry. Put it out now, and undress in the dark, as the rest of the fellows do. You had better take my advice and slumber lightly, for after the morning gun is fired you will have just six minutes in which to get into your clothes and fall in for roll-call. Pleasant dreams.

Humph! said Bert, as the sentry closed the door and went out into the hall to inspect the other rooms. How can a fellows dreams be pleasant when he knows that he is going to be reported in the morning? This is a bad beginning, Don. Although we have not been here twenty-four hours, we have got ourselves into trouble already.

This reflection worried Bert, who always tried hard to obey the rules of the school he attended, and considered himself disgraced if he were taken to task for violating any of them; but it had no more effect upon Don than water has on a ducks back. He tumbled into bed and slept soundly, while Bert, who was very much afraid that he might not hear the morning gun, lay awake during the greater part of the night. Toward morning he sank into a troubled slumber, from which the solemn booming of the field-piece aroused him.

He and Don were out on the floor and putting on their clothes before the deep-toned reverberations that came from the hills on the other side of the river had fairly died away. There was no time lost in stretching and yawning not a second wasted in waking up. The drums were beating in the drill-room, and the fifes were shrilly piping forth the first strains of the three tunes that constituted the morning call. Before the second tune was finished, Don and Bert, following the lead of the crowd of students they found in the hall, ran into the drill-room and took their places in line.

There were four companies in all, each one numbering, when the school was full, seventy-five members. They were all officered by boys, the highest in rank being the lieutenant-colonel, while the superintendent of the academy, or one of the instructors, acted as commandant of the battalion. The companies were drawn up on the four sides of the spacious drill-room, in which all the battalion and company exercises and ceremonies were held during bad weather, the members standing at parade rest. In front of each company stood the upright, soldierly figure of the first sergeant, note-book in hand. Behind him stood his boy captain, while the officer of the day, his arms folded across his breast, critically surveyed the scene from his post near the door. The instant the last notes of the reveille died away business commenced.

Attention, company! shouted all the first sergeants in a breath; whereupon the students brought their heels in line, dropped their hands by their side, turned their eyes to the front, and assumed the position of a soldier.

The roll was called in less than two minutes, and after the first sergeants had reported to their captains, and the captains had reported to the adjutant, and the adjutant had reported to the officer of the day, whose duty it was to report the absentees to the superintendent, the guards for the day were detailed, the ranks were broken, and the students hurried away to wash their hands and faces, comb their hair, and put their rooms in order for morning inspection. After that came two hours of hard study. Then the sick-call was sounded, followed shortly afterward by the enlivening strains of Peas upon the Trencher, which was the summons to breakfast. The different companies were marched to and from the dining-hall by their quartermaster-sergeants, and when the ranks were broken the students were allowed an hour to brush up on their lessons for the day, or to stroll about the grounds and watch guard-mount. At nine oclock the bugle called them to their respective recitation-rooms, and from that time until one they were kept at work at their books. After dinner an hour was allowed for rest and recreation. From two until half-past three there were more recitations, followed by a long and fatiguing drill, and then liberty until sunset. Then came the dress-parade of the battalion; and when that was ended the days work was over with everybody except the guards and those who were behind with their lessons for the next day. After supper and another hour of recreation, the bugle called to quarters, and that was a sound that nobody liked to hear. It meant that all the fun was over for that day, that every boy must go to his room at once and keep quiet after he got there, under penalty of being reported by the sentry who had charge of that floor.

After this description of the routine of study and drill that was pursued at the academy, the reader will understand how Don Gordon passed the most of his school-days during the next four years. How he passed his vacations it is the purpose of this series of books to relate. It will be seen also that he was allowed very little time in which to study up plans for mischief. In fact he did not think of such a thing yet, for he had come there firmly resolved to do his best, and to win a record for himself that his father should be proud of; but still he did feel very revengeful while he and his brother were standing in front of the superintendents desk, listening to the sharp reprimand that was administered to them for neglecting to extinguish their light at taps. This was the same good-natured gentleman who had greeted them and their father so cordially when they visited his camp during the previous summer, but he did not talk as he did then. He used cutting words, and laid down the law in tones that had made more than one culprit tremble. Don did not mind it in the least, for he was used to being scolded by his teachers; but when he saw how Bert took it to heart, he became so angry that he could hardly hold his peace.

Thats just the kind of a man that I like to get the advantage of, said he to himself; and if I had a few good fellows to help me, I would set him and his rules at defiance. I just know I could slip out of my room and get off the grounds at night; and if I had any place to go to spend the evening, I would try it and see what he would do about it.

Don made this up all out of his own head. He had never heard of such a thing as running the guard, and he thought of it now simply as a daring exploit, and one that he would undertake without a moments hesitation if there were anything to be gained by it. He was in just the right humor to be manipulated by such fellows as Fisher and Duncan; and into their hands he fell before he had worn the academy uniform forty-eight hours. They took him up because they hated him and wanted to get him into trouble, and it was only by an unexpected stroke of good fortune that he escaped from their clutches. What he did to arouse their animosity shall be told further on.


Well settle with you at some future time my fine gentleman, said Tom Fisher, as he and his companions ran toward the academy in obedience to the call of the bugle. They had spent the hour after breakfast in strolling about the grounds, discussing the history of one of the new students, as we have related in the first chapter.

All right, replied Don Gordon, winking at his brother, who laid his finger on his lips and shook his head warningly. Whenever you want to see me just send me word, and I will be on hand.

You may get some of that independence whipped out of you before you have been here many more days, chimed in Clarence Duncan.

Wholl do it? asked Don, cheerfully.

I will, replied Duncan, in savage tones.

O, you cant. Its bred in the bone. But Ill tell you one thing you and your partner there, added Don, nodding his head toward Tom Fisher. You want to keep your hands off my brother, or Ill make spread-eagles of the pair of you.

Well, that beats anything I ever heard of! exclaimed Dick Henderson, opening his eyes in surprise. You have good cheek to talk of making spread-eagles of such fellows as Fisher and Duncan, havent you, now?

Do you think so, little one? asked Don. As he said this he patted Dick on the head in a most patronizing way an action on his part that caused Dick to jump aside and bristle up like a bantam that had been poked with a stick. Well, you hang around and you will see it done, unless they take my advice and mind their own business, added Don.

Fisher and Duncan did not have an opportunity to reply to this threat, for just then they reached the door and found one of the teachers standing there. They were somewhat behind time, and they were obliged to hasten to their dormitories and take off their caps and overcoats so that they could march to their recitation-rooms with their classes. They looked daggers at Don as they went up the stairs, but he smiled back at them in the most unconcerned manner possible.

I knew he was a tough one the moment I put my eyes on him, said Fisher that night after drill hours, when he and about fifty other students were exercising their muscles in the gymnasium. There isnt another fellow in school who can do that.

The subject of these remarks was Don Gordon, who had just come out dressed in neat dark-blue trunks and flesh-colored tights. His arms were bare to the shoulder, revealing muscles at which the boys around him gazed in admiration. His first act was to walk up to the nearest swing, take hold of one of the rings and draw himself up to his chin twice in succession with one hand.

I tell you, Duncan, you had better let him alone, continued Fisher, still watching Don, who was now going hand over hand up a rope toward the lofty ceiling.

And swallow everything he said to me this morning? exclaimed the bully.

No, I didnt mean that, Fisher hastened to reply. Those insulting remarks must of course be taken back and apologized for; but you cant make him do it alone.

Just give me the chance, and Ill show you whether I can or not, answered Duncan, who was always angry whenever there was any imputation cast upon his prowess. He has come here intending to set at naught all the old-time customs of the institution havent you noticed how persistently he refuses to salute everybody but an officer? and if we are willing to stand by and let him do it, I say we are a pack of cowards. He must be made to come down from his high horse.

And he shall be, said Fisher, encouragingly. We will attend to that bootblacks case to-night, and the first good chance we get well take Mr. Gordon in hand. By the way, Duncan

The two boys drew off on one side and entered into a whispered consultation, now and then beckoning to one or another of their friends, until there were a dozen or more students gathered about them. They conversed earnestly together for a few minutes, and then put on their clothes and left the gymnasium. Don and Bert Gordon followed them soon after, and on giving their names to the orderly in the hall, were admitted to the presence of the superintendent. After they had both saluted him, Don said:

Colonel, we have brought with us a letter of introduction from our father, addressed to Mr. Packard, who is a relative of one of our nearest neighbors, and if you have no objections we should like permission to present it to-night.

Certainly, said the superintendent, as he picked up a pen and pulled a sheet of paper toward him. You can go immediately after supper, and I will write you a pass. You ought to have presented it when you first came. Why did you put it off so long?

Why I you know, sir, that we received a reprimand on the morning following our arrival here for not putting out our light at ten oclock, faltered Don, and I was afraid you would think we ought to stay inside the grounds until we had learned to obey the rules.

Ah, yes, said the superintendent with a smile. I believe I remember something about that. Well, it did you good, did it not? You havent been reported since. I hope your record at the end of your course will be as good as that of your father, who, I must say, was a very exemplary student. It is true that he did run the guard now and then, the temptations at Cony Ryans proving rather too strong for him; and when he was here with you last August, I think he told me that while he was a member of my school he spent forty-three Saturdays in walking extras; but, for all that, he was a good boy a very good boy. Heres your pass.

Don expressed his thanks for the favor, and he and Bert saluted and retired, lost in wonder.

Running the guard! repeated the former, in a loud tone. What does that mean?

Whats walking an extra? said Bert, in the same low voice; and who is Cony Ryan?

Here comes Egan; well ask him, said Don.

The individual referred to was a first-class boy, and the first sergeant of Dons company. When he was on duty he was a soldier all over; but during the hours of recreation he was as jovial and friendly a fellow as there was to be found about the academy.

Say, sergeant, said Don, not forgetting to salute, what does a cadet do when he runs the guard?

What does he do? repeated the sergeant. Why, he spends a good portion of the next Saturday afternoon in walking an extra to pay for it.

I mean, how does he run the guard? explained Don.

Now, Gordon, isnt that just the least bit you know, said the sergeant, laying his finger by the side of his nose and looking very wise. You surely dont expect me to tell you how it is done, do you? You had better ask Fisher or Duncan, or some of that crowd. They have had considerable experience in it.

We want to know what the meaning of the expression is, said Bert.

O, thats it! Well, when a fellow slips out of his room, gets off the grounds without being caught, and comes back in the morning in time to fall in and answer to roll-call, we call that running the guard. By walking an extra we mean doing additional guard duty. The reason that Saturday is selected as a day of punishment is because the afternoon is given over almost entirely to recreation; but those who have been arrested while attempting to run the guard, or who have been caught in other acts of disobedience, are not allowed to take advantage of those hours of recreation, because they have already had their fun. Understand?

Don said he did; and then he inquired who Cony Ryan was, and what he did to tempt the boys.

Cony Ryan! repeated the sergeant, his eyes growing brighter and a smile overspreading his face, as the memory of old times came back to him. Why, he is a part of the academy, and I have seen the day when I thought we could not possibly get along without him. He keeps a neat little house down by the big pond, where he serves up the best pancakes I ever ate. His mince and pumpkin pies top the heap; and as for his maple molasses ah!

The sergeant walked off, smacking his lips, and Don and Bert kept on up the stairs.

I rather think Egan has been there, observed the latter.

I know he has, replied Don, and the taste of that maple syrup clings to his palate yet.

On entering their room Don threw himself into a chair, stretched his legs out before him, buried his hands in his pockets, and gazed down at the floor in a brown study; while Bert leaned his elbows on the table, rested his chin on his hands, and looked at him. Presently Don threw back his head and laughed so loudly and heartily that his brother was obliged to laugh too.

I never dreamed of such a thing, said Bert, who knew what was passing in Dons mind.

No more did I. Just think how that dignified father of ours must have looked running the guard and standing punishment for it afterward! He took good care not to say a word to us about it, didnt he? I say, Bert, exclaimed Don, suddenly, and then he as suddenly paused.

Dont you do it, said Bert, earnestly. You will be certain to get yourself into trouble by it.

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