True Blue: Stirring Stories of Naval Academy Life — page 50: what you’re looking at

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TRUE BLUE. “Dat, sah,” said Hannibal with grave precision, “am a chawm.” lt was a flat stone, big as a pancake, with a hole in one end and a string running through. “A lucky stone, sah,” pursued Hannibal. “and I'se safe now !”’ “it you ever were otherwise!” impatiently commented Clit, in no mood for apparent trifles. “I was, sah,” insisted Hannibal, “night afore last.” “Don’t take up my time with any further nonsense about that hoodoo!” directed Clif sharply. “But | sawed him ag’in!”’ “What is that?” pressed Clif. " Yassir !” “When?” “Dis mawning.” Clif exchatiged a quick, hopeful look with Vic. ‘tHereabouts ?” he pressed. “Two mile down de road, sah,” declared Hannibal. “He sawed me, and he began turning a menagerie crank.” “A what!” “An imaginary crank, he means,” explained Vic. “Das it, das it! I flewed. I found de stone—den I knowed I was safe. But I sawed him—de yaller man de walim dawg hoodoo, de bogey!” Clit excitedly drew Vic to one side. “You think there is no doubt of what Hannibal says?" he questioned urgently. “Fle is very positive.”’ Then at least one of the conspirators is still in this Vicinity ?” “It looks so, and from what you overheard the two sav the other should be also in hiding somewhere about.” ~ But—Bessie ?” 4 “Clif,” said Vic seriously, “why may it not be possible that they have lured Bessie down here by letter?” Clif gave a great start. ~ Lhat she may be only now on her way, to fall into some plausible trap they have set for her?” ~Then—I know what to do!” completed Clif, making a dash for his weapons. A new forcible idea had struck Clif—Vic discerned this “See here, Clif, don’t be rash.” he began. ; * Pelle y, <7, 5 4 » q ; rr. tpi 4 mB <4 = pt oe” j , / ~~) ‘. Ye |_| b - a oo & oy, 4 , ye! £ + Ree ja ‘ . , & . 4 i i j i « . - Ww = ‘ = ™ ooks.com