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"What do you know about 'the witch's warning'?" whispered Torry to Whistler. "She thinks she's got second sight. Knows more than anybody else. She's like one of the Seven Sutherland Sisters she prophesies." "Shucks!" chuckled Whistler in the same cautious tone, "they weren't prophetesses; they sold hair restorer." But to himself Whistler muttered: "Maybe she does know more than we do.
I must place my most worthy, zealous, and faithful Archy Torry at the top of the list. He rose from being my only workman when I first started in Manchester, to be my chief general foreman. The energy and devotion which he brought to bear upon my interests set a high example to all in my employment.
Rivermouth was fast becoming a base for patrol boats and submarines, it seemed, although New London and Groton, across the harbor from New London, were really the headquarters for all such craft along the North Atlantic seaboard. "Maybe we can spy the Three Eights," Torry said, referring to the submarine chaser in which they had pursued the Sarah Coville a few days before. "Mr.
Ensign MacMasters and the commander of the cutter showed excitement as they watched this spot through their night glasses. "Is it a star?" asked Frenchy. "A star your grandmother!" snorted Torry. "That's a ship." "A big steamship under forced draft," added Whistler. "And I believe it is the Kennebunk." It was the glow above her smokestacks that they saw.
MacMasters will let us shell the Hun?" demanded Frenchy eagerly. "She'll more likely shell us," declared Torry, inclined to be pessimistic. "I bet we can run away from her," cried Ikey Rosenmeyer. "Say! this tender is no sub chaser. In a race with the S. P. 888, for instance, she wouldn't have a chance."
Be faithful to your first love, Morgan," laughed Ensign MacMasters. "I imagine they intend to send us all back to her in time. But whisper! the Colodia is across the pond. So I am told. There is something doing over there." "Crickey!" gasped Torry. "And we not in it!" "It may not come off before we get across in this new battleship " "Whew!" shrilled Frenchy, forgetting himself.
"Aw, you needn't be correcting my English," responded Ikey. "There are no medals on you for being a purist." "Wow, wow!" yelled Torry. "Listen to him sling language." "Hold on, fellows," Whistler said, diving for the glass he never went to sea without. "That's no smack." They all had turned to look at the approaching craft which Ikey had first sighted.
"He might be very disagreeable. He might look at me through an eye-glass stuck in his eye, making a hideous face, as young Torry does. I should think other women are not fond of that; but I never felt any pity for young Torry. I've never any pity for conceited people, because I think they carry their comfort about with them."
Torry, the Presbyterian minister, came afterwards because the Haverleys had stopped going to Grace Church, and he did not know that it was on account of the gig shafts. Mr. Hampton, the Methodist, who was a pedestrian, walked out to Cobhurst one day, but as neither the brother or sister could be found, he good-humoredly resolved to postpone a future call until cooler weather.
"That's me," came in a groan from Frenchy. "Maybe they don't want me," murmured Ikey. "Don't you fool yourself," returned Whistler promptly. "We couldn't do without you." "But they ain't wigwaging no more, Whistler." "Maybe the sailor doin' it got tired," offered Torry. "R-O-S-E-N-M-E-Y-E-R!" came the signal presently. "See them coming, boys!" "Some speed there!" "He's after us," said Torry.
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