A Blow for the Service: Victorian Naval Adventure — page 36: what you’re looking at

Machine-transcribed from the original scan — historical spelling and the odd misread are preserved.

34 “THE MAN FROM 1TH& MATINE.’* ‘‘Mishtake !” “Vy es ‘“You—ye cabbage!” “T vill hits you mit de sissage !” “Come off—yere cross-eyed—ye said he was oonder i the counther ?”’ ie “IT sawzed him dere go.” A “Ye didn’t!” “Yes,” interrupted Clif, “he did. And you tipped it | over him, but—look !” Clif threw the counter crashing clear back on its front. The fugitive had been shut under it. From the lunch counter was an opening in the floor, heading narrow steps going down into the cellar kitchen where the lunch was prepared. “Let me!” cried the ardent Milesian, waving his club. He squeezed ~through the narrow opening through which, it seemed, things were handed up, not brought up. “They call me a terrier!’ he chuckled, disappearing. ‘“Tll nose out the rat, if he’s above ground!” But in a minute or two that animated Celtic face came poking up into view again. “No!” he reported. ‘“No—what ?” insinuated Clif. “No Grayser! reptile! Spanyard !” “What's he doneded himself mit?” propounded Bis- marck. “Kitchen dure, yarrud, strate—an’ agin! off agin! gone agin! Flannagin!’’ quoted the Celt aptly. Bismarck uttered a doleful howl—Nanny a disappoint- ) ed wail. \ ‘Fishcake looked mad. Clif proceeded straight up to the landlord. This individual. big as he was, master of the domain as he was, had tumbled back against his counter shelf nurs- ing his twisted wrist and regarding Clif wth a kind of awe. ; He had heard of cadet crowds cleaning out other crowds, and with time to think evidently decided that it would not pay him to fight the battles of even a good cus- tomer. =~, * >: fae 4 ‘ i i SS Se Th Aks * a ey ke —— ay pipet wh i? = ERC We: Se ‘' bn wie Fawn ae bs OK eee ” rig PeOMCB Oo com”