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Then, between both hands, placed over his mouth, he shouted: "Hullo, Dick! 'Lo, Greg!" Dave waved his hand, then turned to give an order to his watch officer. A brief greeting, but it meant a world to the three chums who had had a part in it. "Now, if Danny Grin's craft would only come in that close!" sighed Greg happily. But it didn't.
Dick inquired, after supper preparations were well under way. "Canned corned beef?" suggested Greg. "That would be about as good as anything," Tom nodded. "It means two salted meats in one day, but this country is well supplied with water." "We can't ask Danny Grin's preference this evening," Dick laughed. "I wonder what Dan would like, anyway?"
Boom! boom! boom! The Mexican artillery now started into life, driving its shells toward the invaders. "The real fight is going to begin now," uttered Dave, peering eagerly for a first glimpse of the artillery smoke. "I hope the ships tumble down whole squares of houses!" was Danny Grin's fervent wish. "If they start that, we're in a hot place," smiled Trent, coolly.
"Don't think of it," Dave Darrin urged, hastily, for he knew only too well the quality of Danny Grin's temper when it was fully aroused. "A challenge would suit Cantor to the skies, for it would enable him to have my best friend kicked out of the Navy." "I won't think of it, then," promised Ensign Dalzell, "unless that fellow tries my temper to the breaking point."
Yer look like sparkin' Miss Robin now! hit's er gre't pity she can't see yer stretched out like dat; an' she'll be hyear, too, d'rectly; she's er comin' ter de party, sezee, 'an' I'm gwine ter gib her er new dish; I'm gwine ter sot her down ter roas' Woodpecker dis ebenin'. An' now, efn yer'll 'scuse me, I'll lef' yer hyear fur ter sorter 'muse yerse'f wile I grin's my ax fur ten' ter yer.
As Danny Grin's statement was true, Dave could not dispute it, so be contented himself by saying: "Dalzell's map-work at Annapolis was good enough to suit any need around here, and I shall be glad to see Dalzell get the chance." "On that showing," returned Trent, "Darrin shall have the chance if it comes this way." After a quick meal the detachment was under way.
It was a dainty meal, though far more elaborate than Susie had led the boys to expect. At the end of the meal a waiter, looking duly solemn, presented at Danny Grin's elbow a plate holding three dog biscuits. "Thank you," said Dan Dalzell politely. "But I shall keep them for future use."
Trent posted a squad of his men, under Boatswain's Mate Pearson, on the roof. The rest of the seamen were stationed in the street, and Dave was placed in immediate command, with instructions to keep a sharp lookout on all sides. The boatswain's mate was to report to him anything observed from the roof. In half an hour Danny Grin's detachment returned, coming almost on the double-quick.
Dick, as young Dalzell stepped forward to board the scow. "I'm all right," Dan insisted. "Sure you're all right?" questioned Hiram Driggs, eyeing Danny Grin's wobbly figure. "Of course I am," Dan protested, though he spoke rather weakly. "Then there's a more important job for you," declared Mr. Driggs.
"Oh, she opened her eyes, and said she never should ask any one to act against principles, but principles in her time were for Church and State. Is Aunt Cherry in the vortex?" "No, she is reading to Uncle Clem, or about the house somewhere. I don't think she would go now at least." "Uncle Grin's memory would forbid," muttered Gerald.
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