CHAPTER XII 

THE ELECTION FOR OFFICERS 

On the following morning all of the cadets but Harry Moss appeared in the messroom. 

"Joe Davis says Harry is quite sick," said Powell to Dick. 

"That's too bad. Have they sent for a doctor?" 

"I don't know." 

When Lew Flapp heard that Harry was sick he grew pale, and during the morning session could scarcely fix his mind on his studies. 

"I hope the little fool don't blab on us," was his thought. "If he does there is no telling what the captain will do. He's altogether too strict for comfort in some things." 

No doctor was sent for, so it was finally agreed that Harry Moss was not as ill as had been supposed. But the young cadet did not enter the schoolroom for all of that day. 

The sickness had frightened Captain Putnam, who was not yet over the scarlet fever scare, and he questioned Harry thoroughly about what he had been doing, and about what he had been eating and drinking. 

At first the young cadet did not dare to tell the truth, but finally he blurted out that he had taken a glass of liquor against his will and it had turned his stomach in a most painful manner. 

"Where did you get the liquor?" demanded Captain Putnam sternly. 

"I--I--oh, must I tell you, sir?" 

"Yes, Harry." 

"I--that is, Lew Flapp--Oh, sir, I don't want to be a tattle-tale." 

"Did Lew Flapp give you the liquor? Answer me at once." 
How much did he drink?
 a glass