"
On going to his quarters for a study period one afternoon further
along in April, Haynes found himself unable to concentrate his
mind on the lesson before him. He was alone, his roommate being
absent with a section at recitation.
As he sat thus idle at the study table, Haynes toyed with a little
black pin. How the pin had come into his possession he did not
even recall. It was a pin of ordinary size, one of the kind much
used by milliners.
Having nothing else to do, Haynes idly thrust the head of the
pin repeatedly in under the sole at the toe of his right boot.
Somewhat to his surprise the head went well in, then stopped
at last, fitting snugly and stiffly in place.
"If I had a fellow sitting in front of me, what a startling jab
I could give him with the toe of my boot," grinned the turnback.
Then, suddenly, there came a very queer look into his face.
"Why, I reckon I could jab something else with a pin, beside the
flesh of another cadet," he muttered.
Then, trembling slightly, the turnback bent down and carefully
extracted the pin. His next act was to fasten it very securely
on the inside of the front of his fatigue blouse, where the black
uniform braid prevented its being seen.
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