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The major looked at him sharply, then shoved a pad across the desk. "Just put that in writing," he said. Stan made his report, then headed for his hut to change into an unwrinkled uniform. There was no one in the hut, but his things and the belongings of O'Malley had been neatly stacked. Stan scowled. "They gather a man's stuff up in a hurry around here," he muttered.
Come, come, O'Malley, the admiralty say that nothing encourages drowning in the navy like a life-buoy. The men have such a prospect of being picked up that they don't mind falling overboard; so, if I give you this life-preserver of mine, you'll not swim an inch. Is it not so, eh?"
We gave you a chance to escape along with your friend Lieutenant O'Malley, and you had to get caught in spite of us." He leaned back and laughed loudly. "Sim Jones was a spy?" Stan shot the question at the colonel. "Sim Jones is no spy, but Herr Egbert Minter is a spy and a very clever one. He fooled you men into thinking he was Jones. You were trapped by a very clever actor, Lieutenant."
"I can stand a Nissen hut jest to be flyin' one o' them babies. We'll meet up with plenty o' Jerries." O'Malley grinned eagerly, his homely face lighting up. "Remember how we used to mix it with them Jerry bandits tryin' to blitz London?" "That was a long time ago, as wars count time," Stan answered. "We've been away a long time.
Tell me, you're surely seeing our man, aren't you?" O'Malley's smiling face clouded. He was a temperamental Irishman Ted O'Malley with ideas on the deference due him and his great house. "I'll tell you the truth, Mrs. McChesney. I had a letter from your Mr. Buck. It wasn't much of a letter to a man like me, representing a house like Gage & Fosdick.
With a fire of terrible joy and wonder in his heart, O'Malley held his breath and stared. The luster of their glorious bodies, golden bronze in the sunlight, dazed the sight.
"I can't understand why the girls didn't miss me," she said to the chief, as she sat awaiting her father's appearance. "Miss Bright and Miss O'Malley, who were in the second wagon, thought you were in the first with Miss Pierson and Miss Nesbit, and vice versa," replied the chief. "The second wagon broke down when about half way home.
One of the latter struck a match, and in the silence it sounded like a gunshot. Dave started, at which the soldiers laughed. They began to talk in murmurs. The odor of cigarette smoke drifted in to the man and the woman. Finally the door through which Father O'Malley and Longorio had passed opened, and the priest emerged. He was alone. His face was flushed and damp; his eyes were glowing.
"My intuition tells me, my child," returned Hippy gently. "Then your intuition is all wrong," declared Nora O'Malley disdainfully. "Always ready to argue," sighed Hippy. "Mrs. Gray, I appeal to you, don't allow Hippy and Nora to start an argument. There won't be either time or chance for anything else." "Hippy and Nora, be good children," laughingly admonished the sprightly old lady.
"I'll wager anything Eleanor and Edna won't go with the crowd," said Eva Allen. "I don't know about that," remarked Nora O'Malley. "Eleanor has just been elected secretary, therefore it behooves her to keep on the right side of those who elected her." "She owes her office to Edna Wright," said Marian Barber, "and also to the fact that her opponent, Miss Wells, is not popular.
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