Navy Boys Behind the Big Guns - Sinking the German U-Boats by Halsey Davidson
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attention and that of the man with him. I know he's the skipper of that
oil boat." "How are you going to do that?" demanded Torry. "They'll spot our blouses and caps in a minute." "That's just it. Wish we didn't have 'em on," grumbled his friend. "Good-_night_! We'd make a nice fumble, wouldn't we, if we didn't wear the uniform? What would it be--a month in the brig on hard tack and water?" "Say!" murmured the eager Ikey Rosenmeyer, "there's a side door. I'll call Abe, the waiter, out there and tell him. If those fellows have gone into one of the booths----" "Bully!" cried Torry. "Maybe he can sneak us into one next to 'em. How about it, Whistler?" "Just the thing," agreed Morgan, nodding his head emphatically. Ikey ran down the alley beside the restaurant while his mates waited at the corner. The side door was not used save by the restaurant help; but Ikey insinuated himself in by that entrance and in half a minute poked his head out of the door again and beckoned furiously to the other boys. "Oi, oi!" he chuckled in high feather, when they joined him. "We are in luck all right. Those fellows got a booth, and Abe is layin' the table in the one next to it, this side, for us. Come on! They won't see us." |
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