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"In the absence of personal guidance, mister, strive as far as you can to reach the goal of being sea going." "I'll try, sir." "You won't have such hard work as your roommate," went on Trotter, favoring Dalzell with a sidelong look. "And, now, one parting bit of advice, mister. Keep it at all times in mind that you must keep away from demoralizing association with the forty per cent."

"You certainly do. And see here, is this the way to the Preston house?" "No; it's the way away from it." "But you had permission to visit at the Prestons." "That isn't any news to me," grunted Dalzell. "Then -pardon me -but why aren't you there?" "Are you the officer of the day?" demanded Dan moodily. "No; merely your best friend." "I beg your pardon, Dave. I am a grouch tonight."

"Why," proposed Dan Dalzell, "if seven undertakers call, all within five minutes, won't it be a delicate way of conveying the hint that a Board of Education that thinks it can stop football is composed of dead ones? You see, there'll be an undertaker for each member of the Board. Don't you think the idea -the hint -would soak through even those seven dull old heads?"

"Yes, and we're up the tree with the commandant," grunted Dalzell bitterly. "Yell again?" asked Farley. "No," retorted Dave, shaking his head. "We've seen the uselessness of asking help from outside. Let's supply our own help. Now, then altogether! Shoulder the door!" A savage assault they hurled upon the door. But they merely caused it to vibrate.

I was pretty stiff about it, though, and told Mr. Ritchie that I would consult with my parents before I'd decide to let such an outrageous assault pass without making trouble for my assailants." "What did your folks say about it?" pressed Danny Grin eagerly. "Dalzell, aren't you the little innocent?" asked Reade, with good-humored scorn.

"I think I'm right," Dave answered. "If not, I can be made to see the light. I don't claim to know everything, but what I've done I did in an effort to see and do the right thing." When release from study came Dalzell expected to see several members of the class drop in. To his astonishment the minutes sped by without any knock at the door.

"It's near the end of the doctor's office hours," murmured Dave. "Go to a telephone and ask the doctor to meet you at the corner above. Tell him it's vastly important, and ask him to meet you on the jump." "Shall I tell him what's up!" asked Dan cautiously. "Yes; you'd better. Then he'll be sure to bring the necessary remedies with him." Dan Dalzell was off like a shot.

Mr Pennycuick spat neatly and with precision over the verandah floor into a flower-bed. "But these mother's darlings you know them. If Mrs Dalzell could see him now, I daresay she'd be bursting with pride, for there's no denying that he's a smart-looking chap. But his father would be ashamed of him." "Daddy dear!" Mary gently expostulated. "So he would.

For a moment Dave Darrin, his face still red, stood behind the closed door, shaking his fist after the departing visitors. "Why didn't you shake your fist while they were in the room?" asked Dalzell bluntly. "That would have started a fight, as the least consequence," replied Dave, more soberly. "A fight, eh?" chuckled Dan. "Dave, I don't know what has come over you lately.

Claud Dalzell, drifting from one resort of the wealthy to another deer-stalking in Scotland, salmon-fishing in Norway, shooting in the Rockies, hunting in the Shires, yachting everywhere, and everywhere adored of a crowd of women as idle as himself was loafing at Monte Carlo when he heard of Mr Thornycroft's death and Deb's accession to his throne.