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For a moment the ship was on a level keel, and taking advantage of this, when the weight of the gun would be neutral, another cable was passed around it. Then it was a comparatively easy matter to put on more lashings until the giant cannon was once more fast. "Whew! But that was tough work!" exclaimed Tom, as he once more entered the stateroom with Ned.
What if the church by its very nature must be like that? what if this really were its main purpose all these varied and sometimes almost conflicting activities no more than its effort to obey the central law of its life? J.W. was in his stateroom; he paced the narrow aisle between the berths three steps forward, three steps back, like a caged wild thing.
"What the deuce " Prale caught himself saying. Had Kate Gilbert written that message about retribution and had her maid leave it in the stateroom? Had Kate Gilbert written that single word and had her maid paste it on his suit case as he passed, or pasted it there herself?
The sailors, back where they were comparatively safe from harm, looked on in admiration at these two grit-full young American officers. Pop-pop-pop! began the fusilade by Jack and Eph again. "Ouch!" came a sudden yell from the stateroom. "Hit you, did we?" called Jack, calmly. "Well, we're going to riddle you unless you stop that nonsense." The answer was another shot from inside the stateroom.
Philip stepped to the rail, his heart growing lighter at every moment. His ubiquitous steward, laden with hand luggage, paused for a moment. "I sent a gentleman down to your stateroom just before the steamer started, sir," he announced, "gentleman of the name of Gayes, who wanted to say good-by to you." "Bad luck!" Philip answered. "I must have just missed him."
The Follow Me, gathering headway, pushed for the channel, and the Adventurer lunged forward with a mighty splashing of her screw, Steve bringing her head around as fast as he could. "How the dickens are they steering her, Harry?" he demanded, staring in puzzlement at the empty cockpit of the other craft. "There's an auxiliary wheel forward, in the stateroom. They're coming around, fellows.
Time and again he had altered his route that he might journey with them; but now he withdrew through the corridor into the adjoining sleeper, hailed the Pullman conductor and exchanged his berth for a stateroom in another car whither he retired, shut and locked the door, and sat down like a man in a dream. He craved privacy that he might be alone to review that wonderful day and dream.
"Why, the Portland has only one stateroom in it big enough for a bandbox, and of course the General has to have that, and there isn't a deck where one couple could turn a slow waltz. No, indeed! wait for the next flotilla, when our fellows go, bands and all. Then we'll see." "But surely, Mrs.
She went down to the stateroom to " This time it was Billy who stopped abruptly. The two men facing her could not see what she saw, and not until their brother Bertram's merry greeting fell on their ears did they understand her sudden silence. "And is this the way you meant to run away from us, young lady?" cried Bertram. "Not so fast!
Here he drew from his pocket a candle and lit it. He walked slowly toward the side of the cabin until he reached a stateroom bearing the number 7 upon the door. "Seven," he murmured. "And the second from this is eleven. That shows the numbers on this side are all odd. The next must be thirteen, and the next fifteen." He held the candle to the door, but the number plate was gone.
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