Dick Prescott's Second Year at West Point - Finding the Glory of the Soldier's Life by H. Irving (Harrie Irving) Hancock
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I grinned and reminded him that the handkerchief would fit better
inside my blouse." "And then?" "Just then the call sounded, and we had to jump. Dodge handed me back the handkerchief with a swift apology, and raced away to join his section." "And you?" "I tucked the handkerchief in my blouse." "Now, do some hard thinking," insisted Holmes. "Did you take that handkerchief out again until the unlucky time just after you had turned away from the board after explaining in math.?" Dick remained silent, while the clock in the room ticked off the seconds. "I am sure I did not," he replied firmly. "No; that was the next time that I took my handkerchief out." "Huh!" muttered Greg. "We've got our start. And it won't be far to the end, either. Cheer up, old man!" At that instant the call for formation sounded. The young men were ready and turned to leave the room on the jump. As they did so, Greg muttered in a low tone: |
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