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It was not Torry, as Whistler immediately saw. The man's shoulder dripped blood from a raking wound. Had it been Torry, Phil knew he would still have stepped forward, just as he was doing, and have calmly taken the place of the wounded man. "Keep it up, boys!" grinned the wounded one. "I'll be back soon's the doc gives this the once over." The work went on. Shell, powder, breech! Ready all!
Suddenly the vessel heaved to starboard, and with a quick snap the bomb rolled in the other direction, crashing against the port rail in a way which made Whistler Morgan cry out in warning: "Have a care, fellows! If the safety pin isn't firmly inserted in that bomb, and drops out, she may blow off." "Great glory!" muttered Torry, "where will we be then?"
"That's the very number that man Blake used in the restaurant, talking with the skipper of the oil tender, wasn't it?" asked Frenchy of the quick memory. "You mean Franz Linder, the German spy!" ejaculated Torry, with emphasis. "He spoke of this very sub." "You bet!" agreed Ikey. The steamer's wireless operator was sending out an S O S call and a destroyer quickly answered.
"If the U-boat goes down the destroyer will dart in and drag depth bombs. Then good-night!" "Wow, wow!" cried Frenchy. "She's so fast she can cut circles around the U-boat, eh?" "Sure as you live!" said Torry. "My! that's a pretty fight. If that destroyer was the old Colodia, and we were only aboard of her! What fun!"
But my information is new stuff. I am assigned to the Kennebunk and you four boys are to go with me." "Hurray!" shouted Torry, unable to suppress his delight. "That will sure please my papa," declared Ikey, with a broad smile and twinkling eyes. "It sure will." "But how about the Colodia, sir?" asked Whistler anxiously. "That's right!
"They are ghost-ridden, as sure as you're born, Whistler," Torry declared. "Somebody has heard that clock ticking again. It doesn't seem to be at work all the time. Just now and then. 'The death watch' they call it." "Stop it!" ordered Whistler. "The less said the soonest mended about such things aboard ship. We boys don't believe such foolishness, do we?"
Then on the Sunday, when he was off duty, we used to take a walk out to the Torry Lighthouse, or down by the auld brig o' Balgownie, and then hame to an hour's read of the Bible afore I put down the kebbuck and the bannocks.
Beyond that was the Donahue home, where Frenchy's widowed mother lived with his younger brothers and sisters. Then came the Rosenmeyer delicatessen shop, and there the car was pulled down by Torry, for there was a little group outside the shop, the center of which were three figures in blue. "Look at those happy Jacks, will you?" ejaculated Torry in feigned disgust. "Got an audience, haven't they?
She felt quite charitably toward young Torry, as his hand bore her along and held her up in the dance; her eyes and cheeks had that fire of young joy in them which will flame out if it can find the least breath to fan it; and her simple black dress, with its bit of black lace, seemed like the dim setting of a jewel.
Whistler plunged into the car, yelling to Torry: "Turn around! Turn around! Down the valley road to warn 'em! Get a move on, boy!" His chum was already starting the car. It wheeled perilously in a sharp curve, and with honking horn hurtled down the road which followed the course of the river. Without doubt the wall of the dam had been burst through by the explosion.
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