True Blue: Stirring Stories of Naval Academy Life — page 48: what you’re looking at

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46 TRUE BLUE. hoodoo man, has possibly been placed in a position of great peril.” | Chawncey gave a start that was a jerk. “What!” he blared. “The mountebank has simply used you as a dupe to ex- tract information, which, acted upon, may bring him ir court as a criminal and you as an accessory. Be careful that you do not too far provoke those who are trying to remedy your mistakes, and save you from disgrace for the honor of the academy.” Chawncey turned white as a sheet. “Sir! Mr. Faraday! tell me ~ he quavered. “You wil report for ordinary duty at six,” spoke Clif tranquilly, and Chawncey De Lawncey staggered out of the tent and made for his own as if hot shot were pur- suing -him, Clit waited expectantly for Hannibal. He was due long since, and he began to grow anxious. An hour went by—two of them. Clif had quieted his mind down to duty in grasp and was looking over some official documents, when there was an interruption. The orderly saluted, and he looked flurried. “Rollins, sir!” he announced, given permission to speak. “Rollins!” ejaculated Clif, and lost dignity in an ir- repressible upward spring. Vic was entering, Hannibal behind him, and Hannibal looked agitated. Vic's face was very serious, and he rather evaded Clif's halt-alarmed eyes. “Vic!” spoke the latter, hurriedly. “Your horse failed you?” “You met Hannibal with a reply telegram on the Way 2” “Yes. Vic responded in monosyllables, and half-choked on even these. “it changes our plans?” ’ Materially.”’ “What uoes it say ?” "Read for yourseit.”’ Vic extended a folded telegram. Hastily Clif opened and perused it, comicbooks —