After a time two jackies strolled over to where Dan was sitting, and leaned indolently against the forward twelve-inch turret.
(p. 623) With hearty cheers, the jackies returned to their guns.
As the small boat came closer they saw that the jackies were mostly men of middle age.
"They're not going back on the train," one of the jackies volunteered.
Everybody knows we are jackies as soon as they look at our handsome uniforms.
But it only goes to show of what stuff Uncle Sams jackies are made of.
The jackies groaned in sympathy for the lad as he put up his plucky and skillful defense.
Without a word Billie obeyed and the jackies followed on the run.
The jackies on the forecastle were weary of the long voyage, and fairly at the end of their occupations for "teasing time."
As a matter of fact, no complaint ever came from the jackies themselves.