The Boy Scouts on a Submarine

tial section, where he sat down on a bench just within a walled park. The Wolf was not conscious of his surroundings. He could only dwell on the fact that the boy

e Wolf, feeling his shoulders quiver, looked sharply at him. Asa thought of his father and the little dragged-out mother. He thought of the three thin, silent little sisters. Th

ng them. Outside the gate, the Wolf hesitated. As he looked, a small figure slippe

et you here, Excelle

e you do

e spy. "Wish you'd give me some money. I'm stone broke.

to the house,"

ency. I'll drop him somewhere w

he Wolf, snarling and sinking hi

in disgust. "Well, let me h

" demanded

. I want to have a little f

, drinking and gaming-not a cent! For aski

e some money!" he whispered. In the exciteme

the park. Rapidly, through paths that seemed familiar, he gained another entrance, and emerged on a quiet street. Down this street he hurried the exhausted boy, turned suddenly into a basement where it was pitch dark, and rapped on the door. It was a peculiar rap, and reminded Asa of telegraphy. In a moment the door swung open, they entered, the Wolf fastened t

nder the table, he pulled out a big square box on rollers, and unlocked it with a key which he wore on his watch chain. He took out a bottle and glass.

the boy. "I've got you, and this time I'm

see me in the Hospital and stood there saying, 'Oh, yes,' to everything I said-who put you

s track," said Asa. "I just

s say. And the letter in your pocket-it happens that I lost that letter through the idioc

. He determine

ou tell me everything, I shall give you a great

in, looking k

shall not stab you. Oh, no! You are a nice boy; you are going to tell me all about everything. That little man is dead now, quite dead. You would not like to be lik

still he was silent. The Wolf took a twenty-dollar gold pi

ike it from his pocket and piled them up. "Wealth!"' he a

ook hi

ed confidenti

everything," he said co

he cold, glittering eyes, the browned face, the sear on the cheek. As he looked, the

It was as though he wanted to remembe

won't speak, then I will have to talk. Now I want to know just who is tracking me, and

suddenly snapped and left him free. Asa, who had been always afraid to speak, wa

re, I'm goin' to tell the first policeman I see about that little thin man you stuck the knife in

ood out whi

could not move a muscle. The Wolf propped the boy's feet up on a box, and took off his shoes. Asa watched him curiously. He remembered the wild Indian stories he had read. Was this

-and all because you want to be stubborn! Well, I have taught stubborn boys-an

caused him to turn

ncy?" asked Ledermann

going to think better of his course of action in just a few minutes, an

wicked eyes and shivere

night, Lederma

ermann coolly. "He had one of his convul

d the Wolf heartlessly. He dismissed

until dark, I took a room in a safe little hotel where I would be undist

unfolded it. Then h

ermann! This fin

from his pocket, fitted it round the heel of his shoe, and turn

u, Excellency; are

punish the Weasel to-night and he saw it. It seemed to affect him unpleasantly. These American children know nothing of

looked from the Wolf intent on his papers, to Asa, bound in the chair. He looked at the Wolf again. He swayed a little; the drinks had gone to his head just enough to make him unsteady and reckless. He ha

ell. Oh no, that would be impossible! Isn't that a fine little place to hide things?" he chuckled, and repla

placed it be

t!" he deman

mann

f turne

us. Pack the bombs in the vault under the cellar floor. We may come back some day, when we land with our

ers, looked curiously at Asa,

sa. Directly behind him, against the wall, was a large, old-fashioned wardrobe. Its dark, heavy, walnut doors threw the l

, I'll attend t

d in Asa