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The Navy's going to do that. You want it like hell because you've got to defend your lives out there." He waved his stick towards "out there." "My God!" he said. He was consumed with the intensity of his own emotions. "My God!" Despite himself, Sabre was impressed. The man would have impressed anybody. His eyes were extraordinarily penetrating.
Across the front page extended a huge black scare-head: "NAVY'S MOST VITAL SECRET STOLEN." "Yes," I shrugged, "but you can't get me much excited by what the rewrite men on the Record say." "Why?" he asked, going directly into his own room. "Well," I replied, glancing through the text of the story, "the actual facts are practically the same as in the other papers.
The Navy's task in '63 was complicated by the many foreign vessels that ran only between two neutral ports but broke bulk into blockade-runners at their own port of destination. For instance, a neutral vessel, with neutral crew and cargo, would leave a port in Europe for a neutral port in America, say, Nassau in the Bahamas or Matamoras on the Rio Grande.
Tyrrell landed a blow against the leather, at the last chance that he had at it. It was a bunt, but Navy's shortstop simply couldn't reach it in time to pick it up without the slightest fumble. That delay brought Lanton home and over the plate. How the plain resounded with cheers! For now the Army led by a single run, and Tyrrell was safe at first. Jackson up, with Beckwith on deck.
The whole train went up and its load was scattered in fragments over an area of several hundred square yards, an extraordinary scene of wreckage of torn and twisted railway material and destroyed ammunition presenting itself to us when we got on the spot on November 7. There was another very fine example of the Navy's indirect fire a short distance northward of this railway station.
Later on, down a side street, he pauses before a house with its face blown away. On the verge of one of its jagged floors is an old four-posted bed, and beside it a child's cot is standing pitifully, the tiny pillow still at the head and the little sheets thrown across the foot. So much for one of the navy's shells.
Watchful Hepson sent the ball, after the next snap-back, over to the Navy's right. The time of the second half was slipping away, and it now looked as though the middies might gradually have won by the steady, bull-dog quality of their tactics.
A very intelligent answer and it came from an admiral in the Navy's guided missile program. By the time his story was published, McLaughlin was no longer at White Sands; he was at sea on the destroyer Bristol. Maybe he answered the admiral's wire. The Air Force had no comment to make on McLaughlin's story.
Don't you think we answer the description of a vessel fitted for destroying a derelict?" smiled Captain Jack, coolly. "To say nothing of the itch, for revenge that we feel." "It'll be a ticklish business," muttered Danvers, thoughtfully. "So is a lot of the Navy's work, isn't it?" persisted Captain Jack.
"Is it as bad as that?" demanded Dan, opening his eyes. "Dalzell," said Hepson, "our eleven is rotten, sir simply and fiercely useless!" "If it's as bad as that," hinted Dan innocently, "wouldn't it be a prime good idea to draw our eleven from the field this year?" "What? Strike the Navy's colors, and especially to the Army?" glared Mr. Hepson. "What are you talking about?"
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