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Chapter 17. Tony Baits The Hook |
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_ CHAPTER XVII. TONY BAITS THE HOOK Up to this time Darrin had dropped in at Tony's but once, and Dan not at all. The Saturday after Christmas was an anxious one for nearly all of the midshipmen. Only a few availed themselves of any privilege of going into Annapolis this Saturday afternoon. Most of the young men remained in their rooms at Bancroft Hall, anxiously going over the work in which they were soon to take their semi-annual examinations. Especially was this true of the fourth class men in the "wooden" or lowest sections. Most of these men knew that, if they succeeded in staying on at all, it would be by a very small margin indeed. Even the men in the "savvy sections," with the highest marks of their class, were eager to come out as well as possible in the dreaded semi-ans. Dave and Dan both had secured permission to go into Annapolis. "We'll want to clear out the cobwebs by a brisk walk, anyway," declared Darrin. They did not intend to go townward, however, until rather late in the afternoon. Dan, when he could stand the grind no longer picked up his cap. Dave wanted to put in least fifteen minutes more over his book. "I've got to get out in the air," Dalzell muttered. "Going to town?" Dave asked. "Yes. Coming along?" "I've got a little more in logarithms to clean up," murmured Darrin, looking wistfully at two pages in one of his text-books on mathematics. "Will it do as well, Danny boy, if I follow in fifteen or twenty minutes?" "Yes; you'll probably find me on Main Street, though you can look in at Wiegard's on the way." Wiegard's is the famous confectionery shop where cadets go for candy, for ices or soda fountain drinks. If upper class men and young ladies are plentiful in Wiegard's, however, prudent fourth class men keep right on without stopping. Dan left Bancroft Hall quite certain that his chum would not be along for at least an hour. At the gate Dan made his report of liberty, then kept on up Maryland Avenue. As he turned into State Circle he slowed up a trifle, glancing in through the door at Wiegard's. "Too many upper class men in there for me," decided Dan, so turning he made his was way through the State Capitol grounds, and on into Main Street. Here he strolled more slowly, passing, here and there, a member of his class, though none with whom he was particularly intimate. "I'm thirsty," decided Dalzell. "I don't believe I want any of the hot drinks. There's Tony's. I'll drop in and get a bottle of soda lemonade." Tony saw the fourth classman coming, and a peculiar smile crossed his lips. On the occasion on which Brimmer had pointed out the chums to the Greek the latter had understood that it was Dan who was to be the principal victim. "Good afternoon, Tony!" was Dan's greeting, as he stepped into the shop. "Merry Christmas." "Thank you, sare, good frien'," was Tony's reply. Then the Greek turned briefly, to hide a grin. "Crowd seems to have left you, Tony," said Dan sympathetically. "Save their money to buy present for girls," guessed the Greek. "Tony, have you a small bottle of lemon soda that's good and cold?" "Oh, yes, sare." "Then I want it." Tony fumbled among bottles clinking in ice under the counter. At last he found what he wanted and held the bottle up to the capping machine. Then the Greek did something unusual. Instead of emptying the bottle into a glass on the counter he performed that service underneath the counter. Next he held the glass up full of bright, cold liquid filled with bubble and sparkle. "It makes me thirstier to look at this," muttered Dan, picking up the glass. "I'll get it down as soon as I can." He sipped the last out of the glass, put do a coin to pay for it, and stood, for a moment, chatting with Tony. "Excuse me, sare," broke in the Greek, suddenly. "I hear ma wife call me." Opening a door behind him Tony stepped into a hallway. The short December afternoon was drawing to a close. Standing in the shop Dan saw that the light in the street was growing less. "I'll walk a little further down the street," thought Dan. "Then I'll turn back, and keep on toward State Circle, and look for Dave." As he took the first step away from the store Dalzell noticed a slight feeling of dizziness. After a moment this passed off, but soon it came on again, heavier than before. "What ails me?" wondered the astonished midshipman. "It can't be that I'm turning sick, for I've been feeling fine all along." He tried the effect of will power, holding himself as erect as he could and trying to walk slowly in a straight line. Then, though he did not realize it, three or four passers-by turned to look at the unsteady young man in a midshipman's uniform. Two men passing in an auto runabout glanced quickly at Dan. "Look at that fool midshipman, throwing away a great future for a few glasses of strong drink," he remarked to his companion. Then the auto sped on. As for Dan Dalzell, he no longer understood clearly what was happening. At this lower end of Main Street, on which he was now moving, there were not many people astir. One there was behind him, however--Tony, the Greek, following stealthily on his trail. At last, as Dalzell reached the head of a short, narrow alleyway Tony caught up with him in the darkness that had now fallen. A quick shove Tony gave the midshipman, and Dan, helpless, staggered into the alleyway, tripped and fell. Tony passed on as though he had merely accidentally jostled another. Then, in an instant he wheeled, went back the head of the alley and glanced in. Dan Dalzell was lying still, in a complete stupor. With a chuckle the Greek drew a small bottle from one of his pockets, taking out the stopper and throwing it away. Then he began sprinkling the contents on Dan's uniform coat with energy. At that instant there was a quick step outside. Then Dave Darrin, tall, handsome, and even distinguished-looking in the uniform that he wore so well, bounded in, gripping the Greek's right arm in a tight grasp. "You rascal!" vibrated Dave's angry voice. "What are you doing here?" It being darker in the alleyway than it was outside, Tony did not recognize his captor. Dave towered so in his wrath that the Greek took him to be an officer of the Navy. "Speak up, before I shake the truth out of you!" warned Darrin. "Do you understand that this is a crime, you knave, and that I can place you under arrest and have you sent to the penitentiary for years?" Tony was now sure that he was in the clutch of a Naval officer. Moreover, Darrin's grip was one that spoke of more muscular strength held in reserve. "Let me go, sare!" begged the Greek, squirming. "This ees all one joke. I do ze man no harm." For answer, Dave used his left hand to snatch away the bottle that Tony still held. "Alcohol!" detected Dave, and hurled the bottle to the other end of the alleyway. "And you have been sprinkling it on this midshipman's uniform? You are the fellow who runs the temperance drinks place? A nice business for you to be in--drugging midshipmen and trying to ruin them! To prison you go, unless you limber up your tongue. Who put you up to this miserable business? Talk quickly--or off to a cell you go!" This was pure bluff, as Dave, being under twenty-one, had no right to make an arrest, even as a citizen. But he saw that he had the Greek scared, and he resolved to push his advantage to the limit. "Talk this instant, or to the police station you go!" warned Dave. "Then it will be years before you are a free man again." "Mercy, Captain!" howled the frightened Greek. "Then out with the whole truth like lightning!" ordered Dave Darrin. He accompanied his order with a shaking that made the Greek's teeth rattle. "Stop, sare, stop! I tell you!" whined Tony. "Go ahead, then, you brute." "You know Midsheepman Brimmer?" "I know him," repeated Dave. "He tell me, sare, about one joke. He geev me bottle of stuff, and he tell me when this midsheepman, or his friend, come in my place I am to put half of stuff in the bottle in one glass of what the midsheepman order. Then I am to follow the midsheepman out, and watch him until he fall. I am also to have bottle of alcohol with me and sprinkle some on the midsheepman when he fall and lie still. Then I am to go away and let the midsheepman be found. It is to be one grand joke on the midsheepman." "Give me what is left of the bottle of stuff that Midshipman Brimmer gave you to put in the drink," commanded Dave sternly. Tony's first impulse was to deny that he had the vial with him. But Darrin's grip on the fellow's arm tightened so alarmingly that the Greek thrust his left hand down into a trousers pocket, then produced the vial, which Darrin pocketed. "So this is Brimmer's work--and Brimmer was at one time Henkel's roommate and crony!" flashed swiftly through Darrin's mind. "Oh, the scoundrel!" "Some one ees coming, sare," warned Tony. "Let me go, sare." "Stay where you are, and don't dare make a move to get away," warned Darrin. "It would do you no good, anyway. I know where to find you." Then Darrin peeped cautiously out at the head of the alley. Some one was coming, and that some one wore the Naval uniform. Dave's heart began to beat faster. Then the wearer the uniform passed the light from a store window, and his face was briefly revealed. Darrin's heart, for a few seconds, seemed almost to stop beating. For it was Brimmer himself! Further up in the town that midshipman had heard a fleeting word, uttered by some one, about a staggering midshipman having been seen going down Main Street. "A dollar to a doughnut it's Darrin himself! flashed exultantly through Brimmer's mind. He hurried on, though careful to avoid the appearance of haste. "I wish Henkel were here at this moment!" thought Brimmer. "Oh, it will be great to see that sneak, Darrin--" Just at that moment Brimmer stopped short, with something like a gasp. For he did see Darrin, standing before him, towering in his wrath. _ |
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