Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 29, 2025
One of the big battleship's launches put off and steamed over, rolling and pitching on the waves. Most carefully indeed the three midshipmen climbed down a rope ladder and were received by an ensign from the "Massachusetts," who next gave the American Navy's profound thanks to the rescuers of the middies. "Kindly lower that United States property that was in our care, sir!" Dave Darrin called up.
And there, over the battleship's stern, floated the Flag, which they had taken most solemn oath to defend with their lives and with their honor, whether at home, or on the other side of the world. In both breasts stirred the same emotions of love of country. Just then neither felt like speaking. They hastened on in silence. Up the gang-plank they strode.
"Ensign Darrin," began the battleship's commanding officer, rising, "most serious charges have been preferred against you, sir!" Ensign Darrin bowed, then awaited further communication from his commanding officer. "It was particularly set forth in the orders," resumed Captain Gales, "that any form of conflict was to be avoided by the expedition of which you commanded a part, was it not?"
The sun hung red above the silhouetted roofs of Conanicut, and a quaint tower in the shape of a minaret stood forth to cap the illusions of a day. The wind was falling, the harbour quieting for the night, and across the waters, to the tones of a trumpet, the red bars of the battleship's flag fluttered to the deck.
The conversation was no longer general. In pairs or by threes, according to taste, temperament or individual calling, the members of the mess and their guests settled down to a complacent enjoyment of the most pleasant half-hour in a battleship's long day.
The advertisement of a cinema theatre occupied a hoarding near the landing place; away to the left the sloping roof of what was unmistakably a brewery bore in huge block letters the exhortation: DRINK PALE ALE "Not 'arf," murmured the cynic at the end of the battleship's bridge. He mused darkly and added, "I don't think."
Pennington was the only one who did not come forward to hold his hand out to Darrin a fact that was noted at the time by many of the youngsters. To the captain the trio recounted what had befallen them, as matter for official record. "Mr. Darrin and Mr. Dalzell," announced the battleship's captain, "I must commend you both for wholly heroic conduct in going to the aid of your classmate. And, Mr.
The steamer was kept at top speed. Everything was going smoothly when, about midforenoon, they sighted a strange vessel hull down and somewhat to the northeast of their course. It was rather hazy, and the strange craft was at some distance. Her course was not one to bring her very near that of the battleship's steamer.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking