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Dave Darrin's Second Year at Annapolis / Or, Two Midshipmen as Naval Academy Youngsters""

Chapter 7 PENNINGTON GETS HIS WISH

Word Count: 1616    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

Farley, his face white

But he might almost as well have tried to lift one of

re!" gasped Dalzell, almos

n a hurry, unless we can make some o

y yelled themselves nearly h

ockney's purpose in playing this sh

lined with gold. Perhaps he and some of his pals intend to ro

of a fight on their hands, then

a "joke" as this. Equally improbable did it seem that any thugs of t

was an old one, yet strongly built. There were no windows, no o

old yell," p

y will, but proved as fr

unch back to ship," declar

ong string of de

Darrin. "Fellows, this mishap will affect

ed Farley with a hopefulness

we had been playing some pretty stiff prank ourselves, in order to get treated in this fashion. No, no, fellows! We may just as well undeceive ourselves, and prepare to take the full soak

eed!" exclaimed Dan

with himself. "What on earth made us so absent-minded as to belie

nough idiots!

and only cause of this misfortune. It was I who proposed that we take up that cockney's invitation.

ll, bigger than before

th no better res

nyway, I guess," groaned Farl

ee with the commandant,"

in?" aske

uselessness of asking help from outside. Let's supply

d upon the door. But they m

gasped Dan, afte

cracks at top, bottom and one side of the door

old place in search

looking about keenly in what

that!" cried

id looking, not ver

thing do us?" asked F

ur shoulders," proposed Dave Darri

Dalzell, bending over

ing himself at the head of the spar.

heaved Midsh

hree young men of their size in civil life, but midshipmen a

run and a hard bum

hed, bearing the spa

oor shook a

do it!" cheered

g ram against the door. It gave way, and, cl

lead, stopped with a groan,

e launches, and we're the only fellows l

d Dave, spurting ahead.

rs, down at the edge of a landing st

!" cried Darrin desperately, as he plunged down the

Three Midshipmen Ra

Dave, racing across the landing

red-faced Englishman, leaning

ste aboard the American battleship '

plied the tender's skipper, touching his c

off as quickly as you can, captain, or we'll be

deckhands, who quickly cast off. Almost while the deckha

ly, which invitation the three middies accepted. "Now, then, youn

ne!" cried Darrin resentfully. Then

ronzed cheeks burne

lared. "But I told you, sir, the fare out to your ship would be half a sov. I lied. If a nasty little cockney pla

pay the half sov."

u can't, sir," replie

of the "Massachusetts" and discharge passengers. As the second left the side

do you want?" hailed the off

gentlemen to put h'aboard of you, sir," the Bri

alongside," directed

that. So the three shook hands swiftly but heartily with him, then sprang across to the side gangway, where they paused long enough

f the deck, eyeing the three middies keenly as they came up over the si

ed fact that he had at last succeeded in bringing Darrin i

no heart for greasing the rest of this year. It's rough on Farley, but I'm not quite as sorry for Dalzell, who, in hi

idshipman Pennington stepped in

arrin's face now!" Pe

nick of time to avoid being reported, Midshipmen Darrin, Dalzell

Pennington's face, not Dave Darrin

s greaser work this!" Pen

ly hope that, presently, he would hear the w

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