Cadets to the Rescue, or, Faraday's Cordon of Death — page 8: what you’re looking at

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70 “LOOKING FOR TROUBLE.” thinking that you left your clothes at the wrong end of the swim!’ Chawnicey fell back with a dignified sniffle. K~ery- body was on a broad grin except himself and his co- horts. Clif turned about to smooth the troubled harmon- ies, when a spirited shout diverted all minds. ‘Let me!’ rang out from Fishcake. He halted tiie crowd by waving them back with his long, sprawling arms. Ahead the river path lined a fence, and upon the bottonr rail of this there stuck up a shioe. The sole faced, and it seemed at that distance as if the shoe had been balanced there purposely set, an Inviting target for the idle or skilful. All hands saw Fishcake’s purpose. As he stooped arid possessed himself of a stone, half a dozen dove for a like inissile. 7 ‘See me spot it dead-centre!’’ boasted Fishcake, who was quite an expert in this line. “Send ’era-kiting!? piped Pun’kin. Wliz-pop! pop! ‘Say!’ flared Nanny, staring. Three well-directed shots had taken the teinptingly presented shoe with tanging, resounding force. The shoe did not “go a-kiting,’’? however, as an- ticipated. Instead, it was raised up quickly. “The shoe’?—blurted Pun’kin, noting a vast ani- mation among the shrubbery half concealing the fence. ‘‘Has a man at the end of it!” completed Nanny, quickly. ‘‘Fellows—put!”? | “> - * » o 4 . pe # ’ - et Hy 7 prety Lae Pe ei —- . * gp hee ; 4 & { * ws Bes . * | et, . cy ee > a< on ee Oat a “ M7: __ m z -% . Ms - * w ~ a ‘ ‘-_ , - x xs ers, 2. a o EY es At eae a va 5 se ibe rai vy 34 FS GRA OR ET, BA 5d * SRS és a a , .* ‘ ; a - .-. “4. A 5 7 ep ga 1. ae a ae : : ¢