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"Give me your card, and I'll send it up." "I'll go up," said the caller, turning on his heel and suiting the action to the word, leaving Mr. McAvoy to make active but futile inquiries among the few travelling men and reporters seated about. "Well, if you fellers don't know him, I give up," said the clerk, irritably, "but he looks as if he ought to be somebody. He knows his business, anyway."
"Give me your card, and I'll send it up." "I'll go up," said the caller, turning on his heel and suiting the action to the word, leaving Mr. McAvoy to make active but futile inquiries among the few travelling men and reporters seated about. "Well, if you fellers don't know him, I give up," said the clerk, irritably, "but he looks as if he ought to be somebody. He knows his business, anyway."
"You know blasted well why we were coming," snapped McAvoy, the second member of the Capella crew. Davison, the third member of the unit, stepped forward. "Give us back our study spools," he demanded. "Take it easy," said Tom in a calm voice. "We were bringing them back to you." "I'll bet," snapped McAvoy. "Relax," growled Astro. "Tom said we were returning them.
It was Hilary who got the pen first, and wrote his name in silence, and by this time Mr. McAvoy had recovered his presence of mind sufficiently to wield the blotter. "We didn't expect you to-night, Mr. Vane," he said, in a voice that sounded strange to him, "but we've kept Number Seven, as usual. Front!" "The old man's seen his day, I guess," Mr.
Slowly McAvoy sagged under the pressure Astro was applying and his face began to redden. "He'll break his back," whispered Roger to Tom. Tom nodded and stepped forward. "Let him go, Astro. He's finished." Astro did not let go. His face was white with anger. McAvoy bent further back. "Give up," demanded Astro. "Grab him," said Tom to Roger. "Get him off Mac before he breaks his back."
It was Hilary who got the pen first, and wrote his name in silence, and by this time Mr. McAvoy had recovered his presence of mind sufficiently to wield the blotter. "We didn't expect you to-night, Mr. Vane," he said, in a voice that sounded strange to him, "but we've kept Number Seven, as usual. Front!" "The old man's seen his day, I guess," Mr.
In back of them, Roger and Davison were simply hammering away at each other's mid-sections, and Astro and McAvoy were rolling around on the ground like bears, growling and tugging. It was brute strength against brute strength. Tom danced away from Richards' rapierlike left, weaved low, and shot a hard right to his opponent's stomach that left him gasping.
McAvoy remarked, as he studied the register with a lone reporter. "This Crewe must have got in on 'em hard, from what they tell me, and Adam Hunt has his dander up."
He suddenly released Davison and gave Astro a shove that sent the big cadet sprawling. And then, without warning, McAvoy swung at Tom. The curly-haired cadet saw the blow coming a fraction of a second too late and caught it on the side of his head. He fell back into the bushes.
Boiler-Maker and I left the camp on the island. We went ashore on the Illinois side in a skiff and walked six miles on the C.B. & Q. to Fell Creek. We had gone six miles out of our way, but we got on a hand-car and rode six miles to Hull's, on the Wabash. While there, we met McAvoy, Fish, Scotty, and Davy, who had also pulled out from the Army. "Saturday, May 26th.
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