The road less traveled isn’t always a good one.
Buck’s parents stayed at the Hotel Thayer during his recovery. After a week Margaret had the look of a child kept in at recess.
“Graham, won’t he ever speak up again?” Margaret whispered. “He had such a manly voice like my brothers.”
Graham shook his head. “Buck, you’re up and alive much faster than anyone would have dreamed. For that we must be thankful.”
But Buck hadn’t a mind for gratitude. He returned to class with great fanfare. Sympathy poured out on him now that hadn’t dared express itself in summer. Buck shook it off like a rooster cleaning its feathers. Drill and artillery kept his attention, but not much else.
Fred, making use of the many plebes eager to bone popularity with upperclassmen, ordered them to find and deface anything of Streeter’s. They tripped him in line and spilled…
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