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"Dan! Oh, Dan!" Dave shouted. "Where is that grinning monkey of a football player?" demanded Tom in disgust. "Did any of you fellows see him go away from camp?" It turned out that none of them had. "It isn't like Dalzell to run away from his share of the work, either," added Greg Holmes.
Clara Marshall was thoughtful enough to run back and get a chair, which she brought down to the float and placed behind Dalzell. "Sit down," she urged. "Thank you," said Dan gratefully, "but I didn't need a chair." Nevertheless the high school girls persuaded him to be seated. "I -I wasn't drowned, you know," Dan protested as he sat down.
You know you were there." "It's no for me to contradict your Lordship's Grace's honour," said Cuddie. "Once more, sir, were you there? yes, or no?" said the Duke, impatiently. "Dear stir," again replied Cuddie, "how can ane mind preceesely where they hae been a' the days o' their life?" "Speak out, you scoundrel," said General Dalzell, "or I'll dash your teeth out with my dudgeonhaft!
The little room in Bancroft Hall seemed especially small and dingy to the returning midshipmen. Especially was Dan Dalzell in the blues. Though he had been outwardly gay with the girls, he now suffered a re-action. Dave, too, shivered for his friend. Mrs. Meade and the girls returned by an early morning train, so the two chums did not see the girls again during that visit.
"Yes," sighed the captain of the Army nine; "and Holmesy tells me that he's a tyro to Mr. Prescott." "Then Mr. Prescott must be a wonder on the diamond," grunted the other cadet. "I hear that he is," assented Durville. "By the way, you remember Darrin and Dalzell, who helped the Navy team to wipe the field up with us last year?" "I reckon I do."
"We ought to have had you for captain of the team, Darry," insisted Farley. "So two or three other fellows thought," admitted Dave. "But I refused to take that post, as you know, and I'm glad I did." "Oh, come, now! "Yes; I'm glad I refused. A captain should be in mid-field. Now, if Dalzell and I are any good at all on the gridiron " "Oh, Mr. Modesty!"
"Too many upper class men in there for me," decided Dan, so turning he made his was way through the State Capitol grounds, and on into Main Street. Here he strolled more slowly, passing, here and there, a member of his class, though none with whom he was particularly intimate. "I'm thirsty," decided Dalzell. "I don't believe I want any of the hot drinks. There's Tony's.
His high and wrinkled forehead, piercing grey eyes, and marked features, evinced age unbroken by infirmity, and stern resolution unsoftened by humanity. Such is the outline, however feebly expressed, of the celebrated General Thomas Dalzell,
"What shall we do with Martin, anyway?" demanded Dan Dalzell. "Nothing," returned Dick crisply. "He isn't worthy of having anything done to him." "Let's call 'Ted' with all our might," proposed Harry. "You can, if you want to," Dick rejoined. "I doubt if he is now near enough to hear you. Even if he did hear, he'd only snicker and run further away."
And rushed there, too, when he had hardly been dead a week. It was not decent, as I told her, to be advertising the sale two days after the funeral. But she is a peculiar woman." "She is a Pennycuick," said Mrs Dalzell reprovingly. "She would not care to go on living in a house that she had ceased to have the right to live in. I should not myself." "But she might have gone to another place."
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