THE MANLY SPORT AT EAST POINT
"STARKEY STOOD OFF AND GAVE HIM HIS COUP DE GRACE"
Tears of joy rolled down Sam's damaged face.
"I've brought you those photographs of the hazing, too," said Smith with a laugh. And he produced two small prints from his pocket. Sam took them with trembling hands and gazed at them with rapture. One of them represented Cleary and Jinks tied to the stake, apparently about to be burned to death, and Sam was delighted to see the ultra-perfect position which he had assumed. The other photograph had been taken the moment after Sam's immersion in the tub. He could see his hands clutching the rim, while his legs were widely separated in the air.
"It might be General Meriden as well as me," he cried joyously. "Nobody could tell the difference."
"That's so," said Smith.
"I shall always carry them next my heart," said Sam. "How can I thank you enough? I am sorry that I can't black your boots this week."
"Oh! never mind," said Smith magnanimously, looking down at his feet. "Cleary does them pretty well. You'll be out before long."