Upton Sinclair,
The West Point Rivals: or, Mark Mallory's Stratagem
(1903)
“ It was the Parson at the entrance of the cave!The shouts and yells that followed his voice must have scared the learned scholar out of his boots.“Go back! Help! Help! Run and get somebody! Look out! Fly for your life! There’s somebody in the cave! Help!”These and a thousand other warnings the agonized plebes were shrieking at the top of their lungs. Oh, so much depended on the Parson! If he, too, were overpowered! If he, too――“Hurry back to camp!” roared Mark, at the top of his lungs. “Don’t lose a moment! Fly!”“By Zeus!” gasped the astonished Parson. ”
