True Blue: Stirring Stories of Naval Academy Life — page 42: what you’re looking at

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TRUE BLUE. “Yes; that gives weight when I strike a hotel. Un- derstand ?” “I don't’ “Good thing to leave behind in lieu of a paid-up board bill !’’ chuckled the hoodoo. “IT see: you are slicker than I am.” “Yes, you wasn't very slick in that wretched —— affair.” Clif would have given worlds to have caught the name he missed, An “affair” was designated, but the designation was blurred, swallowed up, drowned out by the blacked-up man disgustedly dropping his satchel to the ground, whereby its dubious contents clinked and clattered noisily. “Say!” he announced, “I’m not going to tire myself out carrying this useless rubbish.” “Allright. I guess I'll leave it, come to think. If your large promises bear fruit I can pay up my hotel bills re- spectably for a spell. The satchel itself is worth some- thing, though——”’ “Oh, don't bother! I'll buy you a new satchel.” “Good! Leave it behind, then.” The hoodoo started up. His companion lifted anew his recent burden. tle gave it a swing to fling it out of prominent view. Crash! “Pinned !” The man had aimed. for the side of the house and tly satchel struck it. It slammed, dropped, then that crash came. and then, close following on its heels, Clif’s panting, palpitating ut- terance. “Pinned” he was, for the sheltering roof section that had slipped off the house and stood atilt went flat in ruins. _ Its bulging mass of shingles and beam spaces kind of htted him, and he was not revealed. The crushing contact was not at all agreeable, however, and Clif did not remain pinned down anv longer than he could help. He kept an eye on the two departing friends until they were well over the dirt heap, then he struggled to free himself. cbooks.com