Tom Slade on a transport (1918) (14752574632)

Identifier: tomsladeontransp00fitz (find matches)
Title: Tom Slade on a transport
Year: 1918 (1910s)
Authors: Fitzhugh, Percy Keese, 1876-1950
Subjects: World War, 1914-1918
Publisher: New York, Grosset & Dunlap
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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, moved out of the wayas the mattress was hauled to the floor, gazedfascinated at the quick thoroughness which merci-lessly unfolded every innocent towel and scruti-nized each joint and section of the life preserver,until presently the orderly little apartment was ina state of chaos. He saw the officer move theplate so as to examine the under side of the stool.He saw the disguised Secret Service man pick upa little piece of innocent cotton waste and care«*lessly throw it down again. But the turmoil about him was nothing to theturmoil in his own brain. What should he do?Would he dare to speak? What could he say?And still he stood silent, watching with a strange,cold feeling, looking occasionally at his brother,and thinking—thinking. As his brother watchecjhim furtively, and a little fearfully, Tom becameaware of a queer way he had of contracting hiseyebrows, just as Uncle Job used to do when hetold a joke. And there came into his mind thememory of a certain day long ago when his big
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If IS, TOM ALMOST SHOUTED. 94 THE NEW YORKPUBLIC LIBRARY ASTOR, LENOX ANDT1LDEN FOUNDATIONS R L HE IS FRIGHTENED 911 brother and he had shot craps together in frontof the bank building in Bridgeboro and hisbrother had looked just that same way when hewatched the street for stray policemen. Funnythat he should think of that just now. The sailor(or whatever he was) gave Tom a shove to gethim out of the way so that he could crawl underthe berth. And still Tom watched them dazedly. Hewas thinking of something that Mr. Ellsworth,his scoutmaster, had once said—that blood isthicker than water. As nearly as he could makeout, that meant that after all a fellows ownpeople came first—before anything else. He hadgreat respect for Mr. Ellsworth. The man in the sailor suit picked up the plateof food from the berth and slung the whole busi-ness into the basin. The jangle of the dishstartled Tom and roused him. The others didntseem to mind it. They had more important thingsto think of than a mess