The Boy Scouts on a Submarine

n, I would have been a dead man probably," said th

e's a patch on the right front tire, and the mud guard on that side has been bent and straightened, a

to his orderly. "Telephone that to Syracuse after you call Fayetteville," he said, and again turned to the bo

eaded over toward East Syracuse by way of the wide waters. I have sent the alarm out, and as soon

ny told him p

s, and on account of the large amount of government property scattered around over there we will have to be very strict. The

ttered up on a

automobile, sir," s

ed the Colo

e edge of the bluff where the road from the villag

the Colonel e

We thought if you would detail Dennis and Harrison-they are c

t once," said the Col

front seat beside the driver and Asa, and on the back, seat, on either side of the big Colonel, sat the Potter twins looking so alike th

bank where the car had cut its way to the water, and looked at the smashed machine that lay almost out of sight.

and surprise came int

nce for those men when we get them. They meant to kill me. I can't see the point in it; either." He walked

ll, wiry, evil-looking figure slipped cautiously from the dense underbrush at the ed

ds beyond. He walked listlessly for half a mile, as though there was little need for haste, and any one watching him would have seen him finally lie down in a shady lane and, taking a small package from his pocket, open it and eat a sandwic

self, and slowly sauntered back to the r

e outer door. They glanced at each other. "It is the Weasel, think you not?" said one, a tall man with a sear across his cheek. It w

s. "Yes, it's the Weasel, all right," he said. "I'm glad he ob

ers. He had the look of an educated man, the jaw of a brute, the cold eye of a panther, almost golden

itted, cursing softly in a foreign tongue. Adolph left the room and noiselessly went down a rickety flight of stairs. He returned in a mome

"Proceed! Proceed! Proceed! Himmel, you must b

e Weasel's lowered eyes and wa

can't understand the attack, but he thinks the force he is building is being attacked through him on account of a gang of thieves who do not want to risk detection

n "Well?" he said again i

must be a man forty-five years old. He treated those small boys, those Boy Scouts

the Wolf. "I don't wa

e Wolf, murderer and Ger

ould at once take it myself out of the country. But I have my orders. We must know all things about that concentration camp at the fair

nd planes. Get their models; find out the methods of their management. Cripple all the machines you can. Report to me here when I call you.

ed. "No, Excellenc

ith the scarred cheek, and pointe

Colonel Bright has his office. You will clean," as the man scowled, "I know you hate it. N

cy?" asked the dark man w

der no circumstances are you to speak to me. If it is necessary to communicate with me before the close of the fair you will wipe your faces with one of these drab handkerchiefs. Then you will come here, right here; no place nearer, and wait for me. I will keep all the papers instead of dividing them as before. You, Ledermann, have plan

nged a hand into an inside pocket with a grin, felt in another conceale

with steely eyes, sus

o slow, Adolp

here! It is gone! Some one

no, good Adolph!" he sa

e by one, then looked into the Wolf's yellow eyes with a g

he struggled hopelessly to loosen he was helpless as a child. Brutally the Wolf bore him back to the wall, wher

oss the floor and se

the face. He fell back. Behind the overturned table, the Weasel sat looking at

d let Adolph slip to the flo

n I'll see about it. Pick him up, somebody. I can't trust myself to touch him. Lost that paper-of

pid country people, what would they know about invisible ink? It

steps inch by inch until the paper is found, even so muc

to him the money needed for his short journey to Ithaca. The counting was interrupted with directions and threats. The Weasel drew a long breath of relief

to overthrow the world lying in his pocket. Days went by, and Monday came, and flags

, as he drove in his fine car, splendidly dressed, his yellow eyes half hidden behind smoked glasses, a couple of B

aid the Wolf, as he

de. For a long time they stared at the

. "He drove the car when the o

epeated Porky. "Hi

Beany. "What

n foot tall, nobody believes you. I found that

" asked Beany. "I got it to

n the window? I know it just like that. An' we got to do this job all alone. I don't like h

. "Ain't I alwus?

ink," sa