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Raikes might easily have absented himself if he had been disposed." At this moment the under-secretary returned with the day-book under his arm. "Be pleased to refer, Mr. Raikes," said the chairman, "to the entries of the 4th instant, and see what Benjamin Somers's duties were on that day." Mr.
He took as short a course as he could making straight for the Basin, where he made out the "Hudson" and the two submarines. "Hey! There's the captain!" shouted Eph, wonderingly, for Somers's eyes were sharp at all times. Out of the conning tower sprang Hal Hastings, looking eagerly in the direction in which Eph Somers pointed: "Eh?" muttered another person, lounging near the rail of the gunboat.
A minute later there came from Eph the sound of another smothered explosion. The picture of Hal Hastings's indignant astonishment had once more been conjured up before young Somers's face. Poor Eph was red in the face with all the effort of keeping back his laughter. "I fear you must have caught some cold, standing watch on the gunboat's bridge," said the Secretary, sympathetically.
"By the way, Mr. Somers pays you compliments in his note. How old are you? I forget." He surveyed me with a doubtful look. Are you thin, or what is it?" "East wind, I guess. I am twenty-five." "And Veronica?" "Over twenty." "She must be married. I hope she will cut her practical eye-teeth then, for Somers's sake." "He does not require a practically minded woman." "What do men require!"
This, however, was not the first appearance of the agitators. The thing seemed just; but not liking the way, I spoke with some officers who were principally engaged in it, and got it suppressed for that time." Short Memorials of Thomas Lord Fairfax, written by himself. Somers's Tracts, v. 392.
Somers, with a light laugh, but a strong emphasis upon the word, home. And he passed up-stairs, leaving John, standing bewildered in the hall-door. "Ah! Ned has discovered it all", said he to himself. But he was too much occupied with other thoughts to be annoyed by it now. Mr. Somers's last remark had turned the course of his meditations somewhat.
It was late afternoon when I reached Hebron; and nearly an hour later before I could get myself deposited at Kathleen Somers's door. There was no garden, no porch; only a long, weed-grown walk up to a stiff front door. An orchard of rheumatic apple-trees was cowering stiffly to the wind in a far corner of the roughly fenced-in lot; there was a windbreak of perishing pines.
"Has she a built-on stern?" demanded Somers, half a minute later. "By Jove, I half believe she has. Eph, without that stern and the yawl mast, would you say the craft looks like the 'Juanita'?" "I believe she would," muttered young Somers, excitedly. "Marine orderly!" A sea-soldier came quickly up the bridge stairs, saluting. "Mr. Somers's compliments to Mr.
Without leaving the bridge Ensign Fullerton passed the word for the manning of the gun and loading with a blank cartridge. There was a new, deeper glow in Eph Somers's eyes as he paced the bridge. He was to have, at last, his wish to see the "Sudbury" fire a shot. In a few minutes more the "Sudbury" was ranging tip alongside the schooner, though a full quarter of a mile away to windward. "Mr.
"I'm a-goin' right thair," answered Levin, much relieved. "You must be a Yankee, or some other furriner, sir." "No, hobb! I'm workin' my lay back to Delaware from Norfolk, by pungy to Somers's cove. Show me to the tavern and I'll sluice your gob. I'll treat you to swig."
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