It was observed that he greeted Schley with marked cordiality.
"Yes, it's a lovely day," continued Schley, in imitation of McNab.
Schley, with the Flying Squadron, was then ordered to Cienfuegos.
"If you say so, all right," said Troutman, winking at Schley.
Admiral Schley's fleet was, indeed, handling the Spanish ships severely.
"They think we're easy," said Muriel, with a look at Schley.
Few noticed any change, perhaps, but there had been a slight change, and it made things easier for Miss Schley.
Once in his seat he looked about with a little scorn—Troutman and Schley were not there.
I say, Dink, Troutman and Schley were around here hallooing for you.
"They have our whole seacoast and Cuba to pick from," Commodore Schley said.