The Brighton Boys with the Submarine Fleet by James R. [pseud.] Driscoll
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philosophical views of life, looking always before he leaped, cautious
and conservative. So, when Jack came bouncing in, gasping with excitement, Ted accepted the outburst as "just another one of chum's fits." "What's all the grand shebang about this time?" he queried, shoving the algebra aside and taking up the newspaper that had been thrust upon him. "I'm going---I'm not going to wait another minute---all the other fellows are going---my grandfather fought through the Civil War---it's me for the submarine fleet---I'm off this very-----" But before he could ramble any farther Ted took a hand in the oratory. "What's the matter, chum? Flunked in anything, or been out to see a new movie show, have you?" Jack ran his finger down the newspaper column to the advertisement for recruits. "There you are!" he shouted. "And what's more, I'm going to sign up this very afternoon. What's the use of waiting any longer? Here's a great chance to get out with the submarines---think of it!---and, gee, wouldn't that be bully? Look! Look! What do you say, old boy; are you going with me?" Jack's enthusiasm "got" Ted. Taking up the newspaper he read every word of the appeal, slowly, deliberately. Then he looked up at his chum. "Do you mean it, Jack; are you in earnest?" he asked, after a long pause. |
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