“What's Chub trying to invent now?” queried Bob, as he and Susie started around the house on the trail of Perkins. “I think it's smokeless powder,” replied Susie. “Great hanky-pank!” gasped Bob.

An officer from the dragoons and an officer from the chasseurs joined the état major and were used by the General to take orders to their respective regimental commanders.

There was something more to this than met the eye, and he had the distinct feeling that the marshal had just snookered him into a corner. But he couldn't very well refuse, and it would look fishy if he demanded they march now.

Many of the gifts that made [Brad Van Pelt] a football star at defensive roverback— speed and instinct, for example— did little to serve him as a fire-balling pitcher.