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Una had been trained, perhaps as much by enduring Mr. Schwirtz as by pleasing Mr. S. Herbert Ross, to be firm, to say no, to keep Mr. Truax's sacred rites undisturbed. She did not conventionally murmur, "Mr. Truax is in a conference just now, and if you will tell me the nature of your business " Instead, she had surprising, delightful, convincing things for Mr.
“Time you learned, then,” returned Eph Somers, “if you’re to stay aboard a submarine craft.” “Take this other man up with you,” again urged Truax. Eph Somers turned around to face him with a good deal of a glare. “What ails you, Truax? You heard the captain’s order. You’ll go with me.” “Don’t be too sure of that,” uttered Sam Truax, defiantly.
The Judge-Advocate announced that "the case was closed, and the court would be cleared for deliberation. "Before you open, Judge-Advocate," said Maj. Truax significantly, "I want to say something, not as a member of this court, but something between gentlemen, and I want to say it before we begin our deliberations, in order that it shall not be considered as part of them, or influencing them.
"I don't want to make it felt too much that I am boss here," Jack retorted, mildly. "At the same time, though, I'm held responsible, and so I suppose I'll have to have things done the way that seems best to me." Sam Truax turned to get his satchel. The instant his back was turned on the young commander Sam's face was a study in ugliness.
With this he stepped forward, intent upon his next wicked step. "Gracious! The scoundrel is going to run that bar in between the moving parts of the engine and bring about a break-down!" quivered Hal. Sam Truax stood watching for his chance to thrust the steel bar in just where it would inflict the most damage. Then raising the bar quickly, he poised for the blow.
I tell you, sir, there’s a scheme to ruin Jack Benson; and that’s only part of a bigger plot to discredit our company with the Navy!” Mr. Mayhew, looking thoughtful, replied: “I’ll find some way of questioning Truax. And now, Mr. Benson, since you and Mr. Hastings are not fit to instruct the cadets to-day, I’ll send out sections under Lieutenant Halpin on board the ’Pollard’ only.
The shore boat waited to convey them to the landing. Before going, young Captain Benson closed and locked the manhole entrance to the conning tower. A sullen silence had fallen over Truax. The instructions to the corporal of the guard, and the prompt acceptance of those instructions, told Sam, beyond any doubt, that he was not coming back on board that night.
“I don’t want to make it felt too much that I am boss here,” Jack retorted, mildly. “At the same time, though, I’m held responsible, and so I suppose I’ll have to have things done the way that seems best to me.” Sam Truax turned to get his satchel. The instant his back was turned on the young commander Sam’s face was a study in ugliness.
“Benson, will you give me your hand?” “Certainly.” “Can you ever forgive me?” moaned the man. “Why, what have you done?” asked Jack. “That assault back in Dunhaven—” “Was it you who knocked me out there?” demanded Benson sharply. “Yes.” In a shaking voice Truax confessed the details of the affair and from that passed to Jack’s trip to the suburbs of Annapolis. “I found the mulatto in a low den.
"This fellow, Hastings, isn't as smart as I had thought him," muttered Truax, to himself. The interrupted cruise now proceeded, the parent vessel signaling for a temporary speed of sixteen knots in order to make up for lost time. Twenty minutes later came the signal from the "Hudson:" "At the command, the submarines will dash ahead at full speed, each making its best time.
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