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Updated: June 9, 2025
“Some of the Navy folks didn’t know but you had,” replied Eph, then bit his tongue for having let that much out of the bag. Doctor McCrea came aboard early. He looked the boys over. “Eat a little toast, if you want, and drink some weak tea,” he suggested. “After that, eat nothing more until to-night.” “But the day’s work—?” hinted Jack.
To quiet the continual broiling and angry feelings, the Indians would have acted as they did in nearly a similar case some years before; she would have been tomahawked, as was the young Miss McCrea. Rosalind often wondered who the person could be that had interrupted her conversation with Zeb upon the first night of her captivity. One day she was gratified with the knowledge.
And they, the absentees, were only seven against seventy or more, who were experienced in all the crafts and devices by which mines have been dug at the expense of the many and then made to enrich the few. It was late at night when the fellow-travellers reached Denver. McCrea was depressed and silent, Geordie eager to push ahead.
And it is a matter of record that, on the eastward way again, both McCrea and Geordie dined with Mr.
Th' man who killed old Mike McCrea an' took his cattle down th' Wall! Th' whole Valley knows it but we've never dared to say it before!" The porch was lined with people now. Soft-footed Indians and Mexican vaqueros, sprung from nowhere, cowboys, ranchers, women, they came silently up and listened. The sheriff's red face was the colour of liver, purple and mottled with bursting rage.
Their appearance did not excite much interest among the natives, for all three were in ordinary civilian dress. Commander Ennerling came as president of the board; the other two members were Lieutenant Commander Briscoe and Lieutenant McCrea, the latter serving as recorder of the board. "I've had the pleasure of meeting you before, haven't I, Lieutenant?" murmured Mr. Farnum, in an aside.
The submarine boys had paid him back in most laughable fashion. Lieutenant McCrea, at one time, had felt himself much aggrieved over the wholesome teasing of his brother officers in consequence; but he had long since learned to accept the whole incident as a good and deserved joke. Now, McCrea stood wringing the hands of the boys as though he had found long-lost friends.
In fact, none of the eight human beings aboard during this extremely hazardous undertaking betrayed any cowardice, nor even alarm. Lieutenant McCrea watched the gauge, the other two officers going forward to make record of the number of revolutions per moment at which the electric motor could drive the propeller shafts. After ten minutes the president of the board approached Mr.
But how you came to suspect that the barber's pole was being used as a mail box I don't understand." "No," says I, "you wouldn't. That's where the deep stuff comes in." McCrea takes that with a smile. "Lieutenant," says he, "I shall be pleased to report to Major Wellby that his estimate of you was quite correct.
And you'd think by the way him and his friends proceeded to hog the thing, that it was their find. After I'd shown 'em where to press the secret spring they crowded around and blocked off my view. All I got was a glimpse of some papers that they dug out of the inside somewhere. And some excited they are as they paws 'em over. "In the same old code," says McCrea.
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