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I don't think it does any harm, though, for everybody loves Paul, even Mrs. Lynde, who says she could never have believed she'd get so fond of a Yankee. The other boys in school like him too. There is nothing weak or girlish about him in spite of his dreams and fancies. He is very manly and can hold his own in all games. He fought St. Clair Donnell recently because St.
"I wasn't, but I changed my mind. I brought a learner along with me friend of mine name of Alan Donnell. This is Joe Luckman, Alan. He runs this place." Luckman nodded absently to Alan, who mumbled a greeting in return. "Guess you want your usual table?" Luckman asked. "If it's open," Hawkes said. "Been open all evening."
Alan Donnell loved space, and the ship, and life aboard it. His father, Captain of the VALHALLA, lived for nothing but the traditions of the Spacers. But his twin brother, Steve, couldn't stand it, and so he jumped ship. It had happened only a few weeks before, as Alan experienced it. For Steve, though, he knew it would have been nine years in the past.
In this most important battle no O'Donnell is found fighting with King Brian, though immediately afterwards we find Donnell Oge of Tyrconnell endeavouring to subjugate Tyrone, and active afterwards in the aid of his cousins, the grandsons of Cathal Crovdearg, in Connaught.
"Why doesn't he give the word?" asked Tom Donnell, impatiently. Members of the other companies were inquiring the same thing. Mr. Bergman stood with his watch in his hand. He looked at the four fires. Then he called: "Get ready!" The boys tightened their grip on the rope. They leaned forward, prepared to spring at the command. "Go!" shouted the umpire, and the four companies were off as one.
"I move that Bert and Cole be a committee to go over to Jamesville, and see if they can buy the engine," sang out Vincent. "That'll start things going." "Why, we haven't got our fire department yet," objected Charlie Rupert. "What's the good of a department if you haven't got an engine?" replied Tom Donnell. "I'm in favor of that motion." "So am I!" cried a number of the boys.
Alan tightened his grip on Steve's arm and moved forward. Kelleher shouted, "You men back there, tighten up on that winch and give 'er a hoist! Tighten up, I say! Put some muscle into " He broke off. "Alan," he said, in a quiet voice. "Hello, Dan. Is my father around?" Kelleher was staring with frank curiosity at the slumped figure of Steve Donnell. "The Captain's off watch now.
A few seconds later, however, Tom Donnell had succeeded in taming the last of the leaping flames. "Now, boys, tear her apart!" ordered Bert, and the lads with the long hooks began scattering the still glowing embers of the boards that had formed the shack. As soon as they did so, parts of the shed not touched by the chemical, began to blaze.
He was about the only boy who could qualify, for only he could take the pumps apart and get them together again. Tom Donnell was made chief of the "bucket corps," as the boys decided to call that part of the fire-fighting force whose duty it was to keep the engine tank filled with water.
I want to stay behind on Earth. By our charter you can't deny such a request." Captain Donnell moistened his lips slowly. "Agreed, I can't deny. But why, Alan?" "I think I can do more good Earthside. I want to look for Cavour's old notebooks; I think he developed the hyperdrive, and if I stay behind on Earth maybe I can find it. Or else I can build my own. So long, Dad.
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