"Who is it?" yelled the clerk.
"It's Alewine," said the voice. "The rat."
The clerk asked Alewine if he had turned him in for the jabbing incident. Alewine said he hadn't. The clerk left, but another cadet ordered him to come to the darkened sally port near the trash cans and brace. Alewine did.
Alewine could feel the cadet's nose in his ear.
"Sir, yes, sir!" said Alewine.
"You're the one that got those guys in trouble!" the cadet screamed. "You called Colonel Dick!" (Col. Harvey Dick is the assistant commandant.)
"Sir, no, sir!"
"Were you hazed, Alewine? Is that what you told them?"
Alewine saw where this was heading, but what could he do? There are not many places a knob can turn in moments of terror. In each company there is one adult supervisor—one for every 118 cadets—but he goes home at night. Night in the barracks belongs to the boys.