The "Blacklisted" Cadet — page 15: what you’re looking at

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CLIF FARADAY'S “WARD, 7 Humble nothing !”” dissented Clif’s ardent as mirer. ‘‘I never saw an affair you couldn't tackle and I don’t wonder Ward struck on you as worth trusting. You’re worth ten average men, Clii. Think of that ‘lawyer! Gets liis fee, drops the matter. Vl enarantee you'll do just what Ward fancied you would in this affair. ”? “And that ‘ss?’ “Vour duty !”? Clif planned for the next morning. It was poss- ble to arrange for tue whole forenoon free of studies, if he so elected. | , ‘Time ran on faster than he thought, and ‘‘taps caueht him with no idea that they were due for au hour yet. “Tn ahead of the class, anvway,’’ he soliloquized, preparing to terminate studies and get ready for “lights out’? Hi, there.” Clif came to his feet with a : bound. An amazingly sharp crackle stirred him like an electric touch. Sinash—flitter! One of thie window panes weiuit hurtling to fragments. An object sesembling an oblong cloth bag Biot aeross the apartinent. : It must have been flung with terrific force, for it had certainly come, clear from the ground below. Spat ! It mmet the wall with a flat, dull shock. Bursting, there flittered to the floor a stream of yellow skithering paiticles. : Clif Faraday instantly sprang to the window and looked out and down. . z *~ ay tot! = ian eo qe. 2 ee ars ape 152 Sys ‘53, ce aS ee Se Satter Wt ee A a 4 a 33 + ere aGoke can: