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"Why don't you look out yourself?" snapped Midshipman Dalzell, and the next instant a heavy hand was laid upon him. "Here, confound you! I'll teach you to " "Teach me how to walk the way you were going when I stopped you?" demanded the same voice, and a harder grip was taken on Dalzell's shoulder. In his misery Dan was not at all averse to fighting, if a good excuse were offered.
She lay back, slowly fanning herself, and smiling, her eyes wandering all the time in Dalzell's neighbourhood, without actually touching him a tall, deep-bosomed, dark-eyed, dignified as well as beautiful young woman, knowing herself to be such, and unspoiled by the knowledge.
Placed on an overhanging hill, Welch and Semple cried aloud, 'The God of Jacob! But still the Royalist troops closed in. Captain John Paton was observed by Dalzell, who determined to capture him with his own hands. Accordingly he charged forward, presenting his pistols. Paton fired, but the balls hopped off Dalzell's buff coat and fell into his boot.
Only that brief hiss as the deadly leaden messenger sang past. Pss-chug! That bullet caught Dalzell's uniform cap, carrying it from his head to a distance some forty feet rearward. "Whew! That gives some idea of the spitefulness of a bullet, doesn't it?" muttered Danny Grin, as a seaman ran for the ensign's cap and returned with it.
Soon after Dave and Dan were called up, Farley, listening with his door ajar half an inch, slipped out and hit the tungsten burner a smart rap just in the nick of time to save Dan Dalzell's Navy uniform to that young man. Bump! The ball, hit squarely by the toe of Wolgast's football shoe, soared upward from the twenty-five-yard line.
"No; I have liked him a good deal; but now in this crisis, when we have to begin life in earnest when I am puzzling myself how to find food and clothing and shelter for you and me I feel as if Mr. Dalzell's past attentions belonged to another world altogether, so I am putting them aside completely." "Ah! but Jane, only listen to me.
He strained his ears as the brigade adjutant read: "In the matter of Daniel Dalzell, summoned before the Academic Board to determine his fitness and aptitude for continuing in the brigade, the Board has granted Midshipman Dalzell's urgent request that he be continued as a midshipman for the present." There was a great lump, instantly, in Dan's throat.
That weakness made him ever leaning on other men's shoulders. He had need of great assistance, rather than hope, that would daily make thus bold with God." DALZELL'S Sketches of Scottish History , p. 86.
In order to get a seat at a table it was necessary to pass the table at which Dan and his handsome friend were seated. As Dalzell's back was toward the door he did not espy his friends until they were about to pass. "Why, hello, Darry!" cried Dan, rising eagerly, though his cheeks flushed a bit. "How do you do, Miss Meade? Miss Henshaw, may I present my friends? Miss Meade and Mr. Darrin."
On the first day of December, Dan Dalzell's name was formally reported by the Academic Board in a report to the superintendent which recommended that Midshipman Dalzell be dropped from the rolls for "inaptitude in his studies." Poor Dan. It was a staggering blow. Yet it struck Dave Darrin just about as hard. That report was allowed to reach Dan's ears on a Friday.
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