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Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton were much with the young West Pointers. Had Dave Darrin and Dan Dalzell been able to be home from Annapolis at this time, the cup of joy would have been full for all the old chums of Dick & Co. But that was not to be.
The best way to effect this is to forget all about our mission when he is around. "Second, we must find out where the Graham cottage is and then determine where we want to locate our camp somewhere in the vicinity of the Graham cottage, of course." "Let me go out on a scouting expedition to find out where they live," Katherine requested. "And let me go with her," begged Ruth Hazelton.
"Yes; wait until one of our fellows is badly hit. Then you can take up his rifle and move into his place on the line. When you're hit, then I can have the rifle." Hazelton made a face, though he said nothing. Meanwhile Fulsbee's assistant, the man who had driven the wagon into camp, stood silent, motionless, behind the canvas-covered object in the bushes just behind the engineer's fighting line.
Two sheets of a Mexican newspaper had come wrapped around one of Nicolas's last food purchases. Hazelton was reading the paper slowly by way of improving his knowledge of Spanish. At last Tom called, in a low voice: "Don't worry about me, chum, if you miss me. I'm going to take a little stroll." "All right, Tom." Reade did not hurry away.
We'll stake our fortunes on the turn of a pick!" "You mean it, do you?" asked Hazelton, after a pause of a few moments. "I never meant anything more in my life!" "Then, of course, I'll agree to it, Tom. If I go astray, it'll be the first time that I ever went wrong through following your advice." "And you're with us, Ferrers?" inquired Tom, looking around.
"Mining?" repeated the visitor. "Mining what?" "We are going off to mind our own business," Tom drawled. "Good morning." "Then you're not coming over to our place?" "No!" shouted Harry Hazelton, losing patience. "What do you want?" "As you will observe, friend," suggested Tom, smiling at the messenger, "my partner has well mastered the lesson that a soft answer is a soother."
"But Ripley wants something easy, like a freshman, so he can have me!" "And me," cried Tom Reade, also leaping forward. "He can have one with me, too," offered Harry Hazelton. "Same here," added Greg Holmes and Dave Darrin. All five of the speakers were freshmen, and close chums of Dick Prescott's. "Say, what do you think I want -to fight a whole pack?" demanded Ripley, hoarsely.
They suggest a possible type of hieroglyphics to be developed by the leader of the local group. Let the enthusiast study this westernized Chinese play for primitive representative methods. It can be found in book form, a most readable work. It is by G.C. Hazelton, Jr., and J.H. Benrimo. The resemblance between the stage property and the thing represented is fairly close.
If not, he knew that his chum never would have hauled him out of bed in the darkest hours of the night. "If you throw any water I'll shave you with the bread-knife," retorted Harry. "But you can keep on talking to me, so that I won't fall asleep while I'm trying to dress." Slowly, at first, then more rapidly, Hazelton got his clothes on.
"It won't do for us to stand still too long," urged Hazelton, as his chum began to slash at the cords. "The other scoundrels will kill us when they see what's been going on here." "No, they won't," Tom promised calmly. "We'll take care of 'em both. You wait and see which one I take. Then you take the other. We'll handle 'em to the finish."
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