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With McCrea's help he adjusted a patent log that he had brought along with him, casting the line over the rail into the water. "Now, let me know how soon you are ready to have the record of your speed begin," he suggested.
Remember 't is Christmas Eve night." Still there was no reply, but McCrea's intuition saved him from the mistake of saying more. The stillness became uncanny. Then an almost imperceptible pressure of the sick man's hand sent a thrill vibrating through the Scotchman's soul. Yes, and he had himself returned the pressure before he knew it.
So, in actual war, I think it very doubtful whether a submarine could succeed in getting up close to a big battleship, unseen, and delivering the mortal blow." That started a good deal of lively discussion. A few of the Navy officers present favored Lieutenant McCrea's view.
"There's something in it," he admitted. "I'll think it over." "Better cable Florence as soon as you can," she advised. "She'll want to know ..." Rose protested when the plan for living six months more in Florence McCrea's house was broached to her. She made the best fight she could. But Harriet's arguments, re-stated now by Rodney with full conviction, were too much for her.
Ah, thank God, that at least would not be for weeks! Even Geordie now had become silent and serious. He was listening to McCrea's eager words to Dr. Graham, all about the regiment and Fort Reynolds, and how he wished they were back there again, the finest station the th had ever had, he declared, and "so near the mines!"
"It wasn't intended, sir, to be so much a joke as a demonstration of what our boat can accomplish," Jack replied, modestly. "I haven't lost sight of the practical side of the affair, I assure you," rejoined the admiral. "But I am afraid I have wounded one heart McCrea's." "Then I am very sorry," replied Jack, quickly. "I had hoped he would feel as much like laughing as anyone." "Mr.
But Graham had journeyed with his long-time friend and senior officer senior by seven years and McCrea's plans, to a certain point, seemed to dominate those of the younger and less experienced man. McCrea's idea was to "tackle" the local directors first and compel recognition of their rights.
And now that he was graduated, with all his heart and hope and ambition he prayed that he might be commissioned in a cavalry regiment, if possible in McCrea's. Give him that, he said, and he would ask no favor from any man.
And oh, the terrible pall that fell on our company when news came of poor Janet McCrea's murder by Indians you did not know her, but I did, and loved her dearly in school the dear little thing! But Burgoyne's Indians murdered her, and a fiend called The Wyandot Panther scalped her, they say all that beautiful, silky, long hair!
The distance between the hurrying life she looked out on through her grimy window, and that which she had been wont to contemplate through Florence McCrea's exquisitely leaded casements, was simply planetary. And yet, queerly enough, in terms of literal lineal measurement, the distance between the windows themselves, was less than a thousand yards.
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