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When Claud Dalzell was driven in his hired buggy from the township to her door, his critical eye took in the many changes that the old homestead had undergone with high approval. Used as he was to far finer houses and the best of everything, he felt that here was as fair a camping-place as even he could desire. He was shown upstairs to the big drawing-room.
"Darry will have to stop!" yelled a score of voices at once, as Dave bounded at his waiting opponents. "Yah, yah, yah!" "Wow!" "Whoop!" The spectators had been treated to a sight that they never forgot. Just as Dave reached those who blocked him he seemed to falter. It was Dan Dalzell who bumped in and received the opposition alone. Dan went down under it, all glory to him!
A messenger from the executive officer appeared on the bridge with the information that, after the ship came to anchor, Ensign Dalzell would be sent in one of the launches to convey the Carmody party ashore. There was no chance for the rescued ones to come forward to say good-bye to Darrin on the bridge, for they went over the port side into the waiting launch.
"I just knew that Hazy was planning how to spend the afternoon napping." "I'll volunteer to drive all the way, this afternoon," Harry offered. "That will give all of you fellows a chance to harden yourselves more on the first day." "If you want to know a good definition of 'generosity, then ask Hazy," snorted Dalzell. "Come on!" cried Dick good-humoredly. "Scatter. Some for wood, some for water.
Jump to the halyard. I've got the sheet." Dan Dalzell began to hoist with a will. In an incredibly short time he had the sail hoisted all the way up, while Darrin, stern and whitefaced, crouched and braced himself by the tiller, gripping the sheet with his left hand. In a twinkling Darrin had the wind in his canvas. They had nearly a fair wind as they bounded away from the float.
"It's too bad, too, for I'm not satisfied with the one blow that I had the pleasure of giving him. I'd like to meet the fellow in a place where I could express and fully back up my opinion of him." "I wonder if you'll ever meet him again?" mused Dalzell, aloud. "It's not worth wondering about," Dave returned. "I must get into my bath now. I'll be out soon."
Not far away stood Tom Reade, the outlines of a rifle in his grasp showing very distinctly. Dalzell was over nearer the shadow of the tent, yet Bert made sure that Dalzell had a rifle also. "Gracious! There is likely to be real enough trouble in the woods to-night!" muttered Bert. "Those boys didn't have guns when they left Gridley. The authorities have probably furnished them."
In Darrin's eyes there was a strange flash as he turned down the "deck" on which he lived. But Dan, still absorbed in study, did not pay especial heed to his roommate. Immediately after supper in the mess-hall, Dalzell caught his chum's arm. "Let's get in early at the meeting, David, little giant. I'm afraid there's big trouble brewing, and we must both be on hand early.
The introduction was pleasantly acknowledged all around. Miss Henshaw proved wholly well-bred and at ease. "Won't you join us here?" asked Dalzell, trying hard to conceal the fact that he didn't want any third and fourth parties. "I know you'll excuse us," answered Dave, bowing, "and I feel certain that I am running counter to Miss Meade's wishes.
"Good old Dave leaks too slow at the spout, does he?" chuckled Dan to himself, as he waited at parade rest. "When it comes my turn, then, as I happen to know my problem as well as the fellow who wrote the book, I'll rattle off my explanation at a gait that will force the lieutenant to stand on his feet to hear all I say." Dalzell was the fourth man called upon at the blackboard.
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