Jinks.

"There are some fellows in the fourth class that need a little taking
down, don't you think so?" he asked.

"If there are, take them down," said Clark laconically. "Who do you
mean?"

"Why, there's that Jinks fellow, for instance. He struts about as if he
were a major-general."

"He is pretty well set up, that's a fact," said Smith, "but you can't
object to that. I must say he does his work for me up to the handle.
Look at that for a shine"; and he exhibited one of his boots to the
crowd.

"I wonder if he can fight?" said Saunders, changing his tactics. "He's
a well-built chap, and I'd like to see what he can do. How can we get
him to fight if we can't haul him up for misbehaving?"

"It's easy enough, if he's a gentleman," answered Clark, who was a
recognized authority in matters of etiquette.

"How?" asked Saunders.

"Why, all you've got to do is to insult him and then he'll have to
fight."

"How would you insult him?" asked Saunders eagerly.

"The best way," said Clark sententiously, "is to call him a hog in
public, and then, if he is a gentleman, he will be ready to fight."

"I'll do it," said Saunders. "I'm dying to see that fellow fight. Of
course, I don't care to fight him. We can get Starkie to do that, I
suppose."

"Yes," said Clark. "We'll select somebody that can handle him and teach
him his place, depend on that."

Saunders set out at once to carry out the program. As soon as he found
Jinks in a group of fourth-class men, he went up to him, and cried in a
loud voice,

"Jinks, you're a hog."

"Yes, sir," said Sam, saluting respectfully.

"Do you hear what I say? you're a wretched hog."

"Yes, sir."

"You're a hog, and if you're a gentleman you'll be ready to fight if
you're asked to."

"Yes, sir," responded Sam, as Saunders turned on his heel and walked
away. Somehow Clark's plan did not seem to have worked to perfection,
but it must be all right, and he hastened to report the affair to his
class committee, who promptly determined that Cadet Jinks must fight,
and that their classmate Starkie be requested to represent them in the
encounter. Starkie weighed at least thirty pounds more than Sam, was
considerably taller, had several inches longer reach of arm, and was a
practised boxer. Sam had never boxed in his life. These facts seemed to
the committee only to enhance the interesting character of the affair.

"We're much obliged to