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Civilian Against Plebe; or, Trying to Down Clif Faraday / by Ensign Clarke Fitch, U.S.N.
Author
Fitch, Clark. Sinclair, Upton, 1878-1968.
Date Added
9 January 2014
Format
Journal
Language
English
Publish Date
1898-12-31
Publisher
New York : Street & Smith
Series
True blue : a weekly devoted to the stirring adventures of our boys in blue > no. 34
Source
Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title
Trying to Down Clif Faraday. True blue : a weekly devoted to the stirring adventures of our boys in blue, no. 34, December 31, 1898.
Topic
Popular literature > Specimens. Dime novels > Specimens. United States. > Navy > Juvenile literature. Sea stories, American. Spanish-American War, 1898 > Juvenile fiction. Faraday, Clif (Fictitious character) > Juvenile fiction.
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stirred up,” soliloquized Clif, half savagely.
“But, where is Kafoozelum? You said you
knew, Hannibal ?”
“T does do, sah. Dis way. Dat way.”
Clif made out the missing Kafoozelum, as
Hannibal pointed.
He was sitting dejectedly alone by himself
behind a pile of brush. -
Clif saw that he was greatly perturbed. Ka-
‘foozelum resembled a person struggling with
‘some mighty emotion, and striving to over-
throw it.
Clif bore in his hands the two pieces of the
broken cane, which he had picked up on leav-
ing his recent companions.
At sight of Clif Kafoozelum recoiled with-
in himself. /
At a glimpse of the cane his mouth began
to twitch, and he grew pale and restive again.
All these signs of concern and excitement
Clif noted carefully.
Kafoozelum got up, but his limbs trembled
so he could not start away. .
“T say!” hailed Clif, “what has used you up
so?” 2
“Y’m—I’m not used up,” mumbled. Ka-
foozelum in a gulp.
“Yes, you are. See here, tell the truth.
What about that cane?” .
Clif purposely turned its broad silver head
to Kafoozelum’s view. It was the most prom-
inent identifying mark of the ferrule, and it
made Kafoozelum shudder and writhe afresh.
Two big tears spurted into his eyes.
“Shut up. None of your business,” he
snapped out ina wail. “I was just scared for
a minute, that’s all.”
Clif saw that Kafoozelum was concealing
something.
He discerned, too, that it entirely concerned
the cane. :
The cane had played a part in the onslaught
on the camp, so it was important that he
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BLUE,
fathom the mystery of its presence on the
scene. : Pi
Now, for the first time, he brought that sil-
ver plate closer to his eyes. .
It had been worn pretty smooth by con-
stant hand pressure, but a keen. inspection
gave Clif the clew wanted.
“Why!” he exclaimed, sharply and sud-
denly. -
Then he looked at Kafoozelum with a _
meaning stare.
“«*Stein,’ eh?” insinuated Clif.
Kafoozelum attempted a braggadocio non-
chalance. :
“ ‘*Stein’ what?” he breathed hard.
“That’s your right name.”
“T don’t care if it is.”
“So,” pursued Clif, slowly feeling his way,
“this cane, not being yours, must, of course,
be in the family, and I’ve got it.” |
He grabbed Kafoozelum, for the latter was
making off like a guilty culprit detected.
“No, you don’t,” declared Clif, with vigor.
“Not till we look a trifle deeper into this mat-
ter.”
Kafoozelum tried to jerk free.
“See here, Kafoozelum, don’t be a clam.
You think because you belong to a crowd
fighting me that I am a deadly enemy. Rub-
bish. That is all friendly rivalry, carried on”
within bounds. We are all cadets. This cane ~
is an important thing to me, for the camp rob-
bers I am determined to catch brought it here.
That cane interests you, for you have seen
it before. Beaman. Exchange confidences.”
Kafoozelum looked desperate, then dazed,
then uncertain.
“If—if you wouldn’t tell,” he finally
blurted.
“Not to a soul.”
“Well, then,” started Kafoozelum,
stopped dead short. .
“Oh! go on,” coaxed Clif, ad
“Tf it ever got out——”
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