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James Torry could not think of taking Maggie as a nursery governess, even temporarily, a young woman about whom "such things had been said," and about whom "gentlemen joked"; and Miss Kirke, who had a spinal complaint, and wanted a reader and companion, felt quite sure that Maggie's mind must be of a quality with which she, for her part, could not risk any contact.
"Oi, oi!" he chuckled in high feather, when they joined him. "We are in luck all right. Those fellows got a booth, and Abe is layin' the table in the one next to it, this side, for us. Come on! They won't see us." "If they take a look out of the curtains they will," declared Torry. "Have a care, now, about talking," Whistler advised earnestly. "Say nothing about boats or the sea.
The amber lamps of the car gave a good light ahead, and Torry was really a safe driver. But he seemed reckless on this evening. Inspired by the same feeling that impressed Whistler Morgan, he felt that they could not get to Elmvale too quickly. During the journey the older boys vouchsafed no explanation to the younger pair save that they had made an engagement with Mr.
At last they saw an answering shot fired from the midst of the circle. The destroyer was traveling at top speed and her own guns continued to keep up a wicked cannonading of the central object. "A Hun submarine!" shouted somebody. "They're circling it, and they are going to get it, too!" "If it is a submarine why doesn't she sink?" demanded Torry the sceptical. "I see why," Whistler said.
For the next half mile they ran through more than a foot of water; but it was plain the danger was over. Near the river bank the water flooded the first floors of the houses in the suburbs of Seacove; but there was little other damage done at this distance from the dam. As the water subsided from about them, however, Torry turned the machine around and headed up the road again.
Whistler ran out of the house. Al was already at the steering wheel of the car. "What did he say?" he shouted. "For us to come over," Whistler replied. "And somehow, Torry, I feel we ought to hurry." "You said it!" agreed the other and turned on the power. "Shall we stop and pick up the other fellows?" demanded Al as the heavy car shot up the road toward High Street.
The boys watched the swiftly approaching boat. It came in through the narrows at top speed, circled around toward the docks, and passed the catboat at a distance. "'S. P. 888'!" yelled Torry. "Look there!" "I thought it was that same chaser we saw before," Frenchy said. "Wonder what she wants in here at Seacove?" Ikey asked.
"Well," asked Torry, after a moment, "what are you waiting for? Their eating at Yancey's won't stop us from going there too, will it?" Whistler Morgan's three chums had by this time become somewhat interested in the bearded man, who called himself Blake and who worked in the laboratory of the Elmvale munition factory.
Memorandum on 'The Greville Memoirs, and on the death of Charles Greville, 1865 On January 7th, 1865, I received from Mr. Greville, I being at Torry Hill, a note requesting me to call on him for a matter, as he expressed it, not very important, but partly of a personal and partly of a literary character.
"Of course she's not running away," Whistler returned. "Just the same this cutter is sprinting like all get out," put in Torry. "Be a good fellow, Whistler. Ask Mr. MacMasters what it means." His chum did not feel that he could do this. There is, after all, a gulf between the quarterdeck and the forecastle.
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