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Pausing only long enough to learn that Jack’s pulses were beating, and that the submarine boy was breathing, Truax stole off into the night, carrying the bag of sand under his overcoat. At one point he paused long enough to empty the sand from the bag over a fence. The bag itself he afterwards burned in the open fireplace in the room assigned to him at Holt’s Hotel.
He laid in a heavy supply of bribes for his aged relative and of reading matter for himself, and went to the station with a heart divided ’twixt many different emotions. It was an unconscionably long ride, but he did get there safely about ten o’clock. It was a pleasant night—not too cold—even suggestive of some lingering Indian summer intentions on the part of Jack’s namesake.
"It appeared to have been hastily shoved in there some time. I would have thought that it was a woman’s something-or-other, only I found one of Jack’s cards in the pocket." They all began to laugh—Clover and Mitchell more heartily than the owner of the card. "Sit down," said Mitchell finally with great cordiality. "You may as well sit down while they mess you up some weak tea and wet toast."
While the mulatto guide was talking, or answering Jack’s half-amused questions, the cab left Annapolis further and further behind. “Yo’ see, sah,” the guide went on, “Marse Truax wa’n’t in no fit condition, sah, to try de strongest voodoo medicine dat he called fo’. So, w’ile de voodoo was sayin’ his strongest chahms, Marse Truax done fall down, frothin’ at de mouth.
I didn’t care for the word marriage, and I said so. “Oh, there’s nothing to hurt in the marriage,” says he. “Black Jack’s the chaplain.” By this time we had come in view of the house of these three white men; for a negro is counted a white man, and so is a Chinese! a strange idea, but common in the islands. It was a board house with a strip of rickety verandah.
“Yes,” agreed Jack. “Lead the way.” “T’ank yo’, sah; t’ank yo’, sah. Follow me, sah.” Jack’s mulatto guide led him down the street a little way, then around a corner. Here a rickety old cab with a single horse attached, waited. A gray old darkey sat on the driver’s seat. “Step right inside, sah. We’ll be dere direckly. Marse Truax’ll be powahful glad to see yo’, sah.”
“Humph!” gritted Eph, bending over Jack’s face. “Smell his breath.” “Yes, sir,” said the sailor, obeying. “There’s no smell of liquor, there, is there?” “No, sir,” admitted the sailor, looking up, rather puzzled. “There is some infernally mean trick in all this,” growled Eph. “I am mighty sorry we didn’t bring those rascals back with us.” When he went on deck again the submarine boy relieved Mr.
But, you see, I expected to just be sittin’ by Jack’s bed and I never thought to bring any of those dress-up kind of things," she sighed. Janice returned to the bed side. "Hadn’t you better begin to dress?" she howled suggestively. "They are going to dine here before going to the theater and dinner is ordered in an hour." "Maybe I had," said Aunt Mary, "but—oh dear—I don’t know what I will wear!"
“We’re in for it!” breathed Jack, in an undertone. “We’re in for something real and startling, I reckon. Fellows, brace up and take your medicine, whatever it is, like men!” Nor was Jack’s guess in the least wrong. Even had the submarine boys attempted to bolt they would have found it impossible. They were surrounded. The cadets closed quickly in upon them.
Jack hadn’t been born then; he was in college now; and Jack’s older brothers and sisters and his dead-and-gone father and mother had been living somewhere out West then, quite hopeful as to their own lives and quite hopeless as to the stern old great-aunt who never had paid any attention to her niece since she had chosen to elope with the doctor’s reprobate son.
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