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"Take the lever, Williamson," directed Eph. "Come along lively, Truax." "Humph! Let Williamson go," grumbled Truax. "You come along with me, my man!" roared Eph, his face blazing angrily. "Hustle, too, er I'll report you to the captain for disobedience of orders. Then you'll go ashore at express speed. Coming?" Sam Truax appeared to wage a very brief battle within himself.
Her only trouble in the entire universe was the reconciliation of her admiration for Miss Joline's amiable superiority to everybody, her gibes at the salesmen, and even at Mr. Truax, with Mamie Magen's philanthropic socialism. She left Miss Joline with a laugh, and started home with a song then stopped. She foresaw the musty room to which she was going, the slatternly incubus of a man.
Truax & Fein was the first firm toward which Una was able to feel such loyalty as is supposed to distinguish all young aspirants loyalty which is so well spoken of by bosses, and which is so generally lacking among the bossed. Partly, this was her virtue, partly it was the firm's, and partly it was merely the accident of her settling down.
“See here,” demanded Jack, after they had driven several blocks at a good speed, “Truax hasn’t been getting into any drinking scrapes, has he? Hasn’t been getting himself arrested, has he?” For young Benson had learned, from the night clerk at the hotel, that, quiet and “dead” as Annapolis appears to the stranger, there are “tough” places into which a seafaring stranger may find his way.
I'd never give you all this god-like advice if I didn't want to advertise what an authority I am on 'Smart Fashions for Limited Incomes." "You're a darling," said Una. "Come to tea," said Miss Joline. They did go to tea. But before it, while Miss Joline was being voluble with Mr. Truax, Una methodically made notes on the art of dress and filed them for future reference.
It was a state prison job, if the fellow had been caught at the time.” “Well, there’s one thing Truax was innocent of, anyway,” laughed Captain Jack. “He didn’t have any hand in the way I was tricked and robbed by the mulatto.” “Blamed if I’m so sure he didn’t have a hand in that, too,” contended Eph Somers, stubbornly. “Yet Mr. Pollard recommended him,” urged Jack.
The three midshipmen approached Truax steadily from the right. Jack, Hal and Williamson stepped in on the left. With a yell like that of a maniac Sam Truax swung the bar. Having to watch both sides at once, however, he made a fizzle of it. The bar came down, but struck the floor. Then, with a yell, the midshipmen leaped in on one side, Jack leading the submarine forces on the other. Mr.
"What!" now roared Sam Truax, sitting up in the berth and staring angrily. "Oh, the ippecac was my own choice," nodded the doctor, "but the general idea was Mr. Benson's. My man, with a lad like him you haven't a one-in-ten chance." "So, to work a confession out of me, you've poisoned me?" gasped Sam Truax. "Oh, you're not very badly poisoned," laughed Doctor McCrea.
“You’re a slick young man, or else a wise one,” muttered Truax. “But I think I’m smart enough to take it out of you!” Nor did Sam Truax go to the hotel. He had his own plans for this evening—plans that boded the submarine boys no good. The three boys strolled easily about town, getting a hot soda or two, and, finally, drifting into a moving picture show that had opened recently in Dunhaven.
Truax himself, and were passed on to Una by the hall-girl. To the clever secretary the management of callers becomes a question of scientific tactics, and Una was clever at it because she liked people.
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