“It was a fish-bone—awfully sharp, too,” he said. “Somebody must have dropped it down my back, sir.”
There was a titter, in which our friends joined. Pepper winked at Jack, Andy, and Joe Nelson, and they understood.
As soon as the meal was over, the cadets rushed off to the library of Putnam Hall and to the gymnasium, to scan the list of names the master had mentioned.
“Bart Conners is at the head,” said Andy. “Harry Blossom comes next, Jack is third, Henry Lee fourth, myself fifth, Dave Kearney sixth, Stuffer Singleton next, and Dan Baxter next.”
“And those are the ones who may be made major,” came from a cadet named Dale Blackmore, one of the leading athletes of the academy.
“You are up next, Dale,” returned Jack. “That means you may become a captain.”
“I’d rather be captain of the football team,” answered Dale, with a smile.
As soon as the list was scanned, an animated discussion took place regarding the merits of the different candidates. As among men, and especially politicians, there was a good bit of “log-rolling” and electioneering.
“I think Henry Lee ought to be major,” said Jack. “He is one of our best soldiers.”
“He is no better soldier than you are, Jack,” returned Andy.