“I have shaken hands with the past life, Clemmons, and when I leave this academy you will be behind me!”
“Never! mark my words, never!” and Scott Clemmons uttered an oath at Mark’s threat to leave him behind in the race for honors.
CHAPTER XXII.
DISCIPLINING A “CAPTAIN.”
Mark Merrill entered upon his duties like one who had gone in to win.
His modest nature recoiled at having been discovered as a hero, for he had hoped to gain success without there being one thing in his favor.
He had as a room mate a youth from South Carolina by the name of Bemis Perry, a quiet, unassuming youth, about Mark’s age, and who made a pleasant companion.
“You knew Clemmons before you came here?” said Bemis Perry, the day after the two had become mates.
“Yes, I had met him.”
“They say his father is awfully rich, and the king bee of his part of the country.”