“A little trouble between Cadet Corporal Sharpe and two new fourth class men, sir,” replied Lieutenant Watson, saluting. “Cadets Faraday and Gote attacked Cadet Corporal Sharpe and struck him while he was in pursuit of his duty.”
“What’s that?” exclaimed the captain, severely. “Striking a superior officer is a grave offense.”
Turning upon Clif, he added:
“Young man, it seems that you intend to keep yourself before the public. It was all right for you to create disturbances at the academy and be kidnaped, but when you assault a superior officer, you go too far. Your time as a cadet will be short if you persist in such actions.”
Clif attempted to speak, but he was cut short with a gesture.
“Where is the other culprit?” asked the captain, addressing Lieutenant Watson.
The latter pointed aloft.
“He fled to escape punishment, sir.”
“What?”