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Torry Hill, September 21st. What a sudden and painful loss is this abrupt termination of the life of our kind friend at Glenquoich! It is scarcely three weeks since we left him in his usual health and spirits, and now as Evelyn says all is in the dust.... I have had an unpleasant accident, though thank God! not a serious one.
That isn't impossible, Torry." "Just the same I fancy you are hunting a mare's nest," his chum declared. Torry nor the other Navy boys was not apt to call in question Whistler's judgment. But on this occasion it seemed to him as though Morgan was shooting wild.
Ensign MacMasters, however, liked the boy too well not to take the first opportunity offered him to relate the happening on the S. P. 888 at officers' mess. After this it of course quickly reached the captain's ears. Whistler and Torry immediately put in their claim for gunnery work. They had studied faithfully and had had considerable training with the secondary battery of the Colodia.
"There's a chance for you boys to see some real action," declared one of the masters-at-arms. "If the Hun comes out of Kiel, we'll be there to say 'How-do! to him." The boys who had been absent from the battleship for so long found, however, that the spiritual atmosphere of the crew was not much changed. There were still a lot of "croakers" as Torry called them.
Having done its worst to them, it gave the unfortunate castaways a breathing spell. With the aid of their mates, Whistler Morgan and Torry were able to reach the keel of the overturned boat. There they perched, too, and, chattering in the cold wind, tried to look about them. Where was the raft? This question, first and foremost in Whistler's mind, troubled him intensely.
Trees there are few, the graceful silhouette of a eucalyptus against a golden sky, occasional clumps of live oaks, and on the coast road to San Diego the Torry pines, relics of a bygone age, growing but one other place in the world, and more picturesque than any tree I ever saw. One swaying over a canyon is the photographer's joy.
The mouth of the harbor opened up to her, and in the gray light, as the chaser shot in between the headlands, almost smothered in foam, the men and boys on her deck sighted through the haze the towering hull of the great battleship. "There she is!" gasped Frenchy. "My! isn't she a monster?" "She's a regular leviathan," agreed Whistler. Even Torry forgot his discomfort and showed enthusiasm.
MacMasters to show him this sign of human occupancy of their refuge. Before the ensign arrived at the spot Torry made a second discovery. "Look who's here!" called the boy in a low voice. "Here's a Man Friday, sure enough!" There was a light approaching through the forest path.
Thence to Clermont, Pontgibaud, Gergovia. Home on the 31st. September 1st. Farnborough; Atherstone; Torry Hill again on the 21st. Stetchworth-good shooting. From Lord Clarendon Harpton Court, September 22nd. The two latter are of an age to like a lark, which is more than their respected parents do.
"I almost swallowed my gum." "Who's sick?" demanded Ikey. "Nobody. Sit down," adjured Whistler. "We're going to Elmvale." "Wow, wow!" yelled Frenchy. "What for?" "We don't know till we get there," declared Torry suddenly grinning. Torry increased the speed the very next moment. There were not many constables around Seacove, and the first five miles of the road to Elmvale was perfectly straight.
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