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Jordan knew better than to go near the fiery young Anstey, so he managed to induce Durville to speak to the Virginian as to Prescott's plans. "I don't know Mr. Prescott's intentions, suh," replied Anstey with perfect truth and a good deal of dignity. "I am bound, suh, to follow the class's action, suh, much as I disapprove of it. So I have had no word with Mr. Prescott later than you have."
"Thank you, Durville! Be quick -and stealthy! Let me guide you." Class President Douglass stood in the shadow. He heard Jordan's own tongue telling the stranger the familiar story of how he, Jordan, had been reported for indolence in the bridge construction work. "I had to get square," Jordan was continuing, just as Dick piloted Durville within hearing.
"Is that all we wish to ask, gentlemen?" inquired Durville, turning to his six companions. "It ought to be," retorted Brown dryly. The seven nodded very coldly. Durville turned on his heel, leading the others away. "Unless I'm a poor kitchen judge, old ramrod, your goose is cooked," muttered Greg Holmes mournfully. "Then it will have to be," spoke Dick resolutely.
But the Navy, that year, had an exceptionally fine team, too, with Dave Darrin and Dalzell for its star battery. "This is the game we've got to win, fellows," called out Durville earnestly, two days before the Annapolis nine was due at West Point in the latter part of May. "We've done finely this year, better than we had hoped.
It came, in one of Darrin's trickiest throws. It was no use, after all. Durville missed, and Dalzell didn't. "Strike three -striker out!" "Prescott, you know that Navy fellow! Go after him -hammer him all the way down the river!" groaned Durville in a low voice as Dick came forward. Dan's quick ears heard, however, and his grin broadened.
Look where he stands in the sections!" growled Durville in bewilderment to Jordan. "It looks as if the sneak meant to stick," uttered Jordan incredulously. "Yet of course he knows he can't. If it were only for West Point he might stick, but the Army, through his lifetime, would be just as bad for him."
It was his work that had prepared for this supreme game of the whole diamond season! Over at third base Cadet Prescott danced cautiously away, yet every now and then stole nearly back. Dick was never going to lose a scored run through carelessness. "Now, good old Carter, can't you?" groaned Durville, as the Army batsman went forward to the plate.
"Prescott," declared Durville, during the after-dinner recreation period, "we want you to come around to show what you can do at baseball. We've some good, armor-proof material for the squad, but we need a lot more. And we want Holmesy, too. Bring him around with you, won't you?" "If he'll come," nodded Dick. "He must come. But you'll hold yourself ready, anyway, won't you?"
In three minutes more the cheering ascended with four times as much volume, for now Durville marched the picked Army nine on to the field, and the fans on the stands caught sight of these trim young soldiers. "I've got a hunch you'll do it for us to-day," whispered Beckwith in Prescott's ear. "Look out. A little hunch is a dangerous thing," retorted Dick, with a grim smile.
For example, in La Nuit du 23 octobre, which is being rehearsed now, I am Florentin: I have only six lines; it's a washout. But I have increased the importance of the character enormously. Durville is furious. He deliberately crabs all my effects." Madame Nanteuil, placid and kindly, found words to comfort him. Obstacles there were, no doubt, but in the end one overcame them.
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