Dave Darrin's First Year at Annapolis by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock
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"It's more than that," returned Farley, smacking his lips. "It's an ideal place for a banquet." "I accept your word for it," smiled Dave. "I don't ask you to, Darrin," grinned Farley. "Like any honest man I'm prepared to prove all I say. Purdy has received--by underground telegraph--orders to prepare a swell feast for eight. It's to be ready at eleven tonight. We had the eight all made up, but two fellows have flunked cold. We're to French it over the wall tonight, leaving here a few minutes after taps. Are you on?" Farley's enthusiastic look fell upon the face of Dalzell. "I'm on!" nodded Dan "No; you're not" broke in Dave quietly. "I'm afraid I must disagree with you, little David," murmured Dan. "Oysters, clams, fish--watermelon!" tempted Midshipman Farley. "Um-yum!" grunted Dan, his eyes rolling. "Then you're with us, Dalzell?" insisted Farley. "Well, rather--" "--not!" interjected Dave Darrin with emphasis. |
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