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Dan did notice, and wondered, without speaking of the matter. That day all the upper class men returned, and Bancroft Hall hummed for a while with the bustle of the returning hundreds. Just before the dinner formation Youngster Trotter encountered Dave in the corridor. "Hullo, mister!" was Trotter's greeting, and the youngster actually held out his hand.
"Which one of you is the better athlete?" suddenly asked Midshipman Harris. Neither chum intended to be caught, by this crowd, as wanting in modesty. "He is, sir," replied Dan, with great promptness, nodding toward Darrin. "Dalzell is, sir," contended Dave. "In view of this conflicting testimony, we shall have to settle the question by actual test," replied Mr. Trotter.
Trotter," agreed the patrol leader; "and before morning try to figure out our plan of campaign looking to rounding up the chicken thieves who are believed to be hiding in Sassafras Swamp." "I'm only sorry for one thing, boys," remarked Farmer Trotter's wife, who had apparently hailed the decision of the seven bold scouts to guard her fowl-roost with undeniable joy.
What caught his eye was the fact that the man's boots were white with lime dust. "Hold on, sister; hold on!" said the man, with a laugh, for Trotter was still rattling the door. The owner stepped across his shop and turned the key in the lock. "Hard to hear when I'm in doin' my lathe work," he explained, as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
I don't know why I drove that trotter to-day, nor why I went on that sulky, for I couldn't hear good where I was, on the outskirts of the meeting; but I done it like as if the Lord had told me. The Chief spotted me soon as the fire-bell rung. In a second he bundled me off, straddled the sulky, and was away 'fore you could say snakes." "I don't believe he's strong enough for all this.
"I'd shore be glad to hear it," declared the farmer; "Johnny here has been asayin' as heow he b'lieves thar's a feller ahidin' out in the swamp, 'cause he seen his tracks. I even reckoned on sendin' for a neighbor o' mine, Bay Stanhope, that's got some hounds used to follerin' people, an' see if we could run him daown." "Well, Mr. Trotter, that is exactly what we scouts propose doing," said Elmer.
"Mind to-morrow," Miss Trotter says, kissing her hand out of the carriage. Canaillard departs, asking the way to "Lesterre Squar." They all go away life goes away. Look at Miss Martin and young Ward! How tenderly the rogue is wrapping her up! how kindly she looks at him! The old folks are whispering behind as they wait for their carriage.
Shortly afterwards Mrs Trotter, who had not taken off her clothes, came from behind the screen. I perceived at once that the poor woman could hardly stand; she reeled to my chest, where she sat down and cried. I pulled on my clothes as fast as I could, and then went up to her to console her, but she could not speak intelligibly.
"Well, sir," Trotter went on, "we walks the four miles out, through a virgin conservatory of palms and ferns and other roof-garden products, to the president's summer White House. It was blue, and reminded you of what you see on the stage in the third act, which they describe as 'same as the first' on the programs.
I should recommend you on no account to associate with the other midshipmen. They are very angry with me, because I would not permit Mrs Trotter to join their mess, and they are sad storytellers."
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