Army and Navy Weekly — page 8: what you’re looking at

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_ 1062 and stood at attention with military pre- cision. A moment later the saluting battery opened fire and thundered forth the national salute of twenty-one guns. The sulphurous vapor from the last discharge had_ barely lifted above the hammock netting when the cannon in the fort ashore began. The distant booming of artillery, the smoke enshrouding the old practice ship, the scores of bright flags fluttering from the masts, and the silent groups of uni- formed men and cadets lined up on each side of the snowy decks formed an in- spiriting scene—one to tarry long in the memory. Clif with three of his personal chums, Joy, a plebe from Nebraska, ‘‘Trolley,”’ a student from Japan, whose name, Moto- hiko Asaki, had been transformed into the more American appellation, and ‘“Nanny,’’ Gote, the smallest cadet in the navy, were stationed at the after star- board broadside gun. From where he stood Faraday could see the visitors grouped on the port side of the deck. He managed to catch a fleeting gleam from Juanita’s sparkling eyes, then his gaze wandered to a figure clad in the loudest of loud English checks. It was J. Cheshire-Cheshire Cate. The doughty Briton had dropped his eyeglass and was staring eagerly toward the gangway. To Clif, who was not more than fifteen feet away, his face seemed absolutely transfigured. He no longer wore the vacuous, simper- ing expression, but into his face had crept an air of desperate determination so intense that Clif marvelled at the sight. “T say, Trolley,’’? he whispered to the Japanese youth, who stood next to him, ‘Gust look at that blooming English- man.’’ ““He sick?” “No, but he seems greatly excited. That fellow is a mystery to me, £ thought at first he was an empty-headed dude, but, by George I believe he is playing a part.” “What for?’? queried Joy, who had overheard him. “T don’t know,’’ replied Clif, ‘‘but 11] keep my eyes on him just the sme.”’ ARMY AND NAVY Joy winked at Trolley. “Tt’s a case of jealousy,’’ he said. “Clif doesn’t like the way he is hanging around Miss Windom.”’ Faraday laughed easily. “Tf you knew her you would see the ridiculousness of your remark,’ he re- torted. ‘*‘She——’’ ‘Silence there,’’? sharply called out the eun captain, ‘‘Attention!”’ There was arattle of drums, a blare of bugles, then a stout, dark-featured man with a heavy curled mustache and a full sweeping beard stepped down from the gangway. The side was manned by a number of officers who raised their caps in a salute as the visitor passed them. It was Dom Carlos the First, King of Portugal. He was accompanied bya gaily uni- formed suite composed of naval and mili- tary officers, but he, himself, was attired in simple civilian clothes. Captain Brooks, at the head of his staff, advanced to meet the royal visitor. Bowing profoundly he uttered a few words of welcome and led the way toward the cabin. Clif, after one quick glance at the king, again turned his attention to Cate, the Englishman. The fellow had stepped back, crouch- ing behind the group of absorbed specta- tors, but his face was plainly visible. The expression of implacable hatred upon it sent a flood of light through Clif’s mind, and he involuntarily ad- vanced a pace from the gun. “(Get back there,’’ came sternly from the petty officer in charge. ‘‘What do you mean by——’’ He stepped back aghast. : There was a sharp cry, a shrill note of warning, then a clamor of excited voices sounded through the ship. A figure clad in cadet blue was seen to leave the after starboard gun and with one great leap reach the side of Doin Carlos. It was Clif! At the same moment a man, who had bounded from among the _ spectators, sprang upon the king. There was a glitter of steel, then as the threatened monarch staggered back oO Gomicdooks (S@)