“Long K was again laying down the law. ‘L No. II,’ said he, ‘has no right to speak here.’
“But this time he was not so fortunate. He had always been hostile to the two, no one quite knew why, especially Little L. Moreover, he was not a bit popular, for as such youngsters have once and for all a tremendously fine instinct, they may have felt that in this long gawk lay hidden a perfectly mean, cowardly, wretched spirit. He was one of those who never venture to attack their equals in size, but bully the smaller and weaker ones.
“At that broke out a whispering on all sides: ‘Little L shall speak! All the more reason for him to speak.’
“As the little fellow, who was still standing there, ever motionless and rigid, heard how his comrades were taking his part, suddenly the big tears rolled down his cheeks; he doubled his two little fists and screwed them into his eyes and sobbed so heart-breakingly that his whole body shook from top to bottom and he could not utter a word.
“One of them went up to him and patted him on the back.
“‘Take it easy,’ said he; ‘what is it you wish to say?’
“Little L still kept on sobbing.
“‘If—he is shown up—’ he then broke out at long intervals—‘he will be dismissed from the corps—and then what will become of him?’
“There was silence everywhere; we knew that the young one was perfectly right, and that such would be the consequence if we reported him. Added to this we also knew that the father was poor, and involuntarily each thought of what his own father would say if he should learn the same of his son.
“‘But you must see yourself/ continued the cadet to Little L, ‘that your brother has done a very contemptible thing and deserves punishment for it.’