"Mr. Anstey," demanded Captain Vesey, turning to the Virginian, "what information did you have, and how did you obtain it?"
Back of the O.C. sat the K.C. (commandant of cadets), his dark eyes fixed upon the witnesses.
"All the information I had, sir, was what a young cit. with whom I talked yesterday morning told me about pranks that had been played in past years upon plebes who had the late tour of post number three."
"Your statement is that you had a conversation with a citizen, and that he told you of pranks that had been played in former years?"
"Yes, sir; that was the intent of my statement."
"The citizen with whom you talked did not give you any hint that a trick might be played last night?"
"No, sir; only in the general way that the citizen's stories made me half suspect that something might be tried last night."
"Because Mr. Dodge was a plebe?"
"Yes, sir.
"And also because the plebe was Mr. Dodge?" Anstey hesitated an instant, then shot out promptly.