True Blue: Stirring Stories of Naval Academy Life — page 23: what you’re looking at

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: IS * * P » f bs , -— * » “TRUE | BLUE. ments, except to watch till he saw Chawncey, McFatrick and Kafoozelum leave the camp. “North,” murmured Clif, “and Giant Glen is north. ls it hardly worth my while to go to the trouble of a sol- itary tramp, the risk of a tussle or a scurvy coward at- tack, to teach these*poltroons that right ts still might, and that ‘downing Iaraday is a long lane journey’ If tt wasnt that the same may throw some light on the four mysterious paper slips, | would let it pass, but under the circumstances—no !"’ Clif made his decision without a thought of personal peril, “] will go. Then, after another brief period of reflection he added : “And I will ‘come alone, as invited.” When the cadet commander left camp an hour later, he had made the only provision he deemed called for neces- sary to cover a possible three-hours absence. Clif had deputied Vie to assume his place ,and he did so without explaming the motive of his projected de- parture. “Wearied of the cares of glory so soon, eh?” joked his chum. “Put it that way if you like, Vic,” smiled back Clif, “See here, let me understand one thing,” observed Vic with mock gravity. ““Temporarily | am high jinks, grand mogul of this camp?" “Oh, you won't do anything terrific!” “T will do one thing that your tender feelings don't seem to allow,” retorted Vic. “What is that?” “That abominable De Lawncey clique have been brag- ging that you are so afraid of them you tavored them with a loafing spell this morning. “IT had my reasons, Vic,” answered Clif. “Well, if they try any dowdy airs on me, you'll find them in the guard tent “Hardly, Vic!” quizzed Clif, starting away. “How . a are off on a leave of absence.” “Say !’ In a flash Vic saw that something was on the tapis. - a db SP . = . Ts ~ co ; Rost Lips ToncbGOke. com