True Blue: Stirring Stories of Naval Academy Life — page 20: what you’re looking at

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TRUE BLUE. ing the movements of the class while awaiting the return of the practice ship from Hampton Roads.” “Gorry! I brought dat dispatch froo at de risk of see- ings things in de dark!" grinned Hannibal, lurking in the rear. “A consultation with the commandant is imperative, so | must be absent tor two days at the least,” said the lieu- tenant. Chawncey De Lawncey turned to look McFatrick squarely in the face, and winked in a sinister, satisfied way. Little Nanny, the centre of the mischief group, in secret hugged himself deliriously, anticipating royal fun. “In the absence of an officially appointed substitute,” proceeded the lieutenant, “Il must choose from material at hand.” Chawncey De Lawncey tried to look unconcerned, but perked up like a prize banty. “IT have consulted marks of scholarship and records of efhciency,” went on Lieutenant Disston. “That lets me out!” whispered Fishcake with a chuckle. “And I have done what I think the exigencies of the case demand, and what I fancy you will all approve.” There was a flutter of rare expectancy. “| shall leaye——’”’ An impressive pause, and the flutter grew to an eager waver. laraday in command!” CHAPTER IV. THE MYSTERIOUS APPOINTMENT. “Come alone.” that was the ominous underscored termination of a note which Clif Faraday was regarding with startled, sus- picious interest. He had found it on the little table in quarters tent a few minutes previous. _Not signed, left here surreptitiously,’ self-counselled Clit. “Well, Iedon’t bite!” Chif had twisted up the note as he divined a sell, a lark, so common among his irrepressible fellows. “ - ad ae. . . i ea , } ~ eomicbooks.com