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Updated: May 17, 2025
"The cheese" probably has the Gipsy-Hidustani chiz for a father, and the French chose for a mother, while both originally sprung thousands of years ago in the great parting of the Aryan nations, to be united after so long a separation in a distant island in the far northern seas.
The old chap looked pretty frosty. Chiz waited a moment, then ventured a cheery "Good morning, sir." The face at the desk did not even turn to look at him, but the thin lips almost opened and a rasping voice said: "Got anything to say to me?"
And I kept straight on, sir and, I beg leave to report it now, sir we made our mooring safely. "And that's all there was to that," concluded Mac. There was a long silence in the smoke-room when Mac had done, and then a voice asked: "If Chiz had gone to sea and come in by the other channel it was almost dark at the time he would have been too late to make the barrage, wouldn't he?"
He walks in with it and he calls in the high official umpires, or whoever they are in charge, and they have a conference, and the next thing they call the game off. But there was no next game. However, next day Chiz puts out to sea, and when he's into port again he calls up on the hill as per instructions.
You wish to see me?" And Chiz barks out in his turn: "No, sir, I don't wish to see you." "You do not wish to see me? Then what are you doing here?" And Chiz cracks out: "I'm here because your orders compel me to be here, sir." Zowie! that straightened the old boy up. He took a look at Chiz, and he says, after a while and almost pleasantly: "Have a chair."
"The boiler-riveted nerve of him!" gasped Chiz. "But let him wait!" The sea grew yet rougher. The 323 was bouncing pretty lively, but hanging onto her twenty knots. "And at twenty you let her hang if she rolls her crow's nest under!" said Chisholm to his watch-officer, "and I'll betcher we won't be acting rudder to this bunch going into port!"
Another silence, and then another voice: "Well, poker or no poker, Chiz's dope on that damn-the-torpedo stuff isn't the worst in the world!" The incident reported in the previous chapter was not young Chisholm's first interview with the British admiral. Mac went on to tell how when, after his first cruise, Chiz came to the naval base to report.
He had heard that the old fellow in charge believed that the Lord made the earth for admirals, especially British admirals, but beyond that he knew nothing of his peculiarities. However, after his cruise, Chiz went whistling up the hill to report. By and by he was admitted to the presence of the admiral, who was seated at a flat desk in the middle of the room, gazing straight ahead.
And by and by he is passed again into the presence, who is sitting just as before at the flat desk in the middle of the room, and gazing straight before him. This time Chiz doesn't speak, not even to say; "Good morning, sir." And the graven image at the desk doesn't speak either, and there's a silence for maybe a minute, and then the old fellow barks out: "What are you standing there for?
The third time, and the fourth time, Chiz sets for a knee-high one with an inshoot to it, and the third time and the fourth time he belts it over the old fellow's head and down the long slope. But on the fourth time the old fellow doesn't throw the ball in.
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