The speaker was a tall, handsome lad, a plebe at the West Point Military Academy. At the moment he was gazing inquiringly out of the tent door at a small orderly. "I guess that's for me," he said. "Thank you. Hello in there, Texas! Here's a letter from Wicks Merritt."…
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