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Dick Prescott's Third Year at West Point, a fiction by H. Irving Hancock |
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Chapter 6. The Surprise The Lawyer Had In Store |
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_ CHAPTER VI. THE SURPRISE THE LAWYER HAD IN STORE The days went by swiftly, merrily. Dick continued to see all that was possible of Laura Bentley, without seeming to try to monopolize her time. As for careless, good-humored, nearly heart-free Greg, that young man divided his time almost impartially among several very pretty girls. Cadet Holmes had no thought of arousing baseless hopes in any young woman's mind. He simply had not yet reached the age when he was likely to be tied closely by any girl's bright-hued ribbons. Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton were much with the young West Pointers. Had Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell been able to be home from Annapolis at this time, the cup of joy would have been full for all the old chums of Dick & Co. But that was not to be. Even Reade and Hazelton were home only on limited leave, for they were still very young engineers, who could not sacrifice much time away from their work lest they lose the ground already gained. So just after the Fourth of July, Tom and Harry left, on a morning train, the two young West Pointers going to the station to see them off with many a handshake, many a yearning wish for the two dear old chums of former days. "The blamed old town will seem a bit empty, won't it?" demanded Greg, as the cadet pair strolled back from the railway station. "What'll it be in after years," sighed Dick, "with you up at some fort on the Great Lakes, say, with me in Boston, Tom and Harry somewhere out West, with Dave on the European station and Dan, perhaps, on the China station? Oh, well, chums who want to stick together through life should go in for jobs in the same factory!" "I suppose we'll get more used to being apart, as the years roll on," muttered Greg. "But I know it would be mighty jolly, this summer, if all the fellows of Dick & Co. could be here in Gridley." "There's Bert Dodge," whispered Prescott. "It was hardly worth the trouble to tell me anything about him," retorted Holmes, not taking the trouble to look at their ancient enemy. "But what a scowl the fellow is wearing," smiled Dick, half in amusement. "Scowling is his highest pleasure in life," returned Greg. "He looked at me," continued Dick, as though he had discovered some new reason for hating me." "If he knew how little thought you gave to him he wouldn't really take the trouble to hate you. Dodge has far more reason to dislike himself. Where are you heading now?" "Home and to the store," replied Dick. "I just saw the postman leaving. Come along." As Dick and his chum entered, both his father and mother were behind the counter. "Dr. Davidson and his wife are in the back room," announced Mrs. Prescott. "They would like to see you, Dick." "Oh, your new pastor and his wife? Will you excuse me, and wait for me a few minutes, Greg?" asked Dick. Holmes, nodding, picked up a magazine and seated himself. It was twenty minutes ere Dick came out from that back room. Then the chums started out for another stroll. "Where are you going now?" asked Greg, suddenly, realizing that his chum was walking at an almost spurting gait. "In looking over my mail," replied Dick grimly, "I found a letter from Lawyer Griffin." "What does he want, You don't owe any money, here or anywhere else." "Griffin wrote me that he wanted to see me about a case that has been placed in his hands," replied Prescott quietly. Greg started, then changed color. "Dick," he demanded, "do you know what the lawyer's business is about?" "The lawyer's letter doesn't state any more than I have told you." "Dick, that hound Dodge must be up to some trick!" "I imagine that's the answer," replied Cadet Prescott quietly. "And you're going to see the lawyer?" "Yes." "Humph!" muttered Greg. "I know what I'd do. I'd make the lawyer come to see me." "But I prefer going to his office." "Right away?" "As soon as I can get there." "And you want me with you?" "Most decidedly, Greg. I don't care to go into the lawyer's office without a competent witness." "Then I'm yours, old fellow." "I know that, Greg." Despite himself Holmes began to feel decidedly uneasy. "What on earth can Dodge be up to?" muttered Greg. "He threatened a libel prosecution one day last month. Can it be that he has found people who can be bribed to perjure themselves, and that he is going to make his hint good?" "It half looks that way," assented Dick. "Then may a plague seize the cur!" cried Greg, vehemently. "Why, if the fellow can buy other people into making out a case of libel against you-----" "I might be convicted, and that conviction would cut short my Army career," replied Prescott as quietly as ever. Greg stopped short in his walk, staring aghast at his chum. "Why, can Dodge be scoundrel enough for that?" he gasped. "The best way to judge a man, like a horse, is by the record of his past performances," responded Prescott as quietly as ever. "So that unutterable cur, since he couldn't remain in the Army, is determined that you shan't, either! Dick, old ramrod, I'm shaking all over with indignation and contempt, and you're as cool as an old colonel going under fire again for the thousandth time!" "If there's any real danger I guess I'd better remain cool," spoke Prescott slowly, though there was a flash of fire in his eyes. "There's Bert Dodge again!" quivered Holmes, glancing along the street. "Hurry up! Let's meet him. Just on general principles one of us ought to thrash him, and I most joyously volunteer." "Don't you do anything of the sort," begged Dick quickly. "We don't want to make any matter worse. Here's the building where Griffin has his offices. Come; we'll go up and see him." The two West Pointers were soon in the lawyer's office. Mr. Griffin was disengaged, and saw the young men at once. This attorney was rather a new-comer in Gridley. Dick and Greg met him for the first time. Prescott rather liked the man's appearance. "Do you want the whole affair discussed before your friend, Mr. Prescott?" demanded Griffin. "By all means, sir," Dick responded. "Very good, then," replied the lawyer, who was still engaged in studying the faces of both cadets. Then, while the two West Pointers sat before him, their faces impassive, Mr. Griffin continued. "When I was retained on this case I was asked to put the whole matter before the Grand Jury at its next sitting. It is so very unusual, however, to have criminal cases against West Point men that I insisted with my clients that I would not take a decisive step, Mr. Prescott, until I had first seen you." "Thank you, sir," nodded Cadet Prescott. "In brief then," went on the lawyer, "Mr. Dodge and his son Bert have placed a good deal of sworn evidence in my hands, and they have instructed me, Prescott, to procure your indictment on a charge of uttering criminally libelous statements against Bert Dodge!" _ |
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