Dave Darrin at Vera Cruz

H. Irving Hancock
Dave Darrin at Vera Cruz

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Title: Dave Darrin at Vera Cruz
Author: H. Irving Hancock
Release Date: June 29, 2004 [eBook #12776]
Language: English
Character set encoding: US-ASCII
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Fighting with the U.S. Navy in Mexico


I. Ready for Fight or Frolic II. At the Mercy of a Bully III. The Junior
Worm Turns IV. The Ward-Room Hears Real News V. Watching and
Waiting--Behind the Guns VI. First to Invade Mexico VII. Dave Darrin
to the Rescue VIII. Disobedience of Orders IX. Cantor Finds His

Chance X. Dave is Stung to the Quick XI. A Brother Officer's Whisper
XII. The Man of the Evil Eye XIII. "After the Rascal!" XIV. A "Find"
of a Bad Kind XV. Ready for Vera Cruz XVI. In the Thick of the
Snipping XVII. Mexicans Become Suddenly Meek XVIII. In the House
of Surprises XIX. A Traitor in the Service XX. The Skirmish at the
Diligencia XXI. A Rescue and a "Facer" XXII. Playing Birdman in
War XXIII. The Dash for the Traitor XXIV. Conclusion

"Do you care to go out this evening, Danny boy?" asked Dave Darrin,
stepping into his chum's room.
"I'm too excited and too tired," confessed Ensign Dalzell. "The first
thing I want is a hot bath, the second, pajamas, and the third, a long
"Too bad," sighed Dave. "I wanted an hour's stroll along Broadway."
"Don't let my indolence keep you in," urged Dalzell. "If you're going
out, then I can have the first hot bath, and be as long about it as I please.
Then I'll get into pajamas and ready for bed. By that time you'll be in
and we can say `good night' to each other."
"I feel a bit mean about quitting you," Dave murmured.
"And I feel a whole lot meaner not to go out with you," Dan promptly
assured his chum. "So let's compromise; you go out and I'll stay in."
"That sounds like a very odd compromise," laughed Darrin. "On the
whole, Dan, I believe I won't go out."
"If that's the way you feel," argued Dalzell, "then I'm going to change
my mind and go out with you. I won't be the means of keeping you
from your stroll."

"But you really don't want to go out," Dave objected.
"Candidly, I don't care much about going out; I want that bath and I'm
tired. Yet in the good old cause of friendship---"
"Friendship doesn't enter in, here," Dave interposed. "Danny boy, you
stay here in the hotel and have your bath, I'll go out and pay my very
slight respects to Broadway. Doubtless, by the time you're in pajamas,
I'll be back, and with all my longing for wandering satisfied."
"Then, if you really don't mind---"
"Not at all, old chap! So long! Back in a little while."
Through the bathroom that connected their two rooms at the Allsordia
Hotel, Dave Darrin stepped into his own apartment.
Having donned coat and top-coat, Darrin picked up his new derby hat
and stepped to his room door. In another half minute he was going
down on the elevator. Then he stepped into the street.
Dave Darrin was young, healthy, happy, reasonably good-looking. His
top-coat and gray suit were well tailored. Yet, save for his erect,
military carriage, there was nothing to distinguish him from the
thousands of average well-dressed young men who thronged Broadway
after dark on this evening in late March.
For perhaps fifteen blocks he strolled uptown. All that he saw on that
gaily lighted main thoroughfare of New York was interesting. It was
the same old evening crowd, on pleasure bent.
Then, crossing over to the east side of Broadway, Dave sauntered
slowly back.
Laughing girls eyed the young naval officer as he passed. Drivers of
taxicabs looked the young man over speculatively, as though
wondering whether he might be inveigled into going on a, to them,
profitable round of New York's night sights. Human harpies, in the

form of "confidence men"---swindlers on the lookout for
prey---glanced but once at the young naval ensign, then looked away.
Dave Darrin's erect carriage, his clear steady eyes, his broad shoulders
and evident physical mastery of himself made these swindlers hesitate
at the thought of tackling him.
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