Reade started the chums at a brisk walk.

Of the first native they met they inquired the way.
Tom was still talking at forty horse-power when they came to the town hall.
"That building holds our fate!" muttered Dave, as they drew near.
"Stop that!" ordered Tom.

"Anyone would think that Annapolis was all the candy in the land.

What are you worrying about, anyway?
Haven't I taken all the responsibility for this thing upon myself?
Haven't I promised you both that you shall find your little toy appointments in your Christmas stockings?
Do you think I'm lying ?" "But the exams!" groaned Dave.
"Well, they're competitive," quoted Tom cheerily.
"That's just what ails 'em!" argued Dave.
"You make me think of my cousin, Jack Reade, of the militia," taunted Tom.

"He's a captain.