The Submarine Boys for the Flag / Deeding Their Lives to Uncle Sam

llard continued to gaze thoughtfully, for

ss came into his cheeks that, somehow,

e that came as another dash of ice water over the submarine boy. "Benson, I hate

queerer look in his face, then

after all, boy, and th

'it' means?" hinted Jack, trying hard to bolster u

s bonds. It was through this that Jack discovered what he had not known before-namely, that his

. These he dumped on the floor, close to a wall. Then, again, he went out. When he returned he was carrying a can of coal-oil.

in such a business-like way that the submarine boy felt t

ady, Millard took the lighted

sed the wretch, noting its unburned length with the

ings. It fitted nicely into a place that the wretch had made ready for it. Then, with

mouth," h

With one hand, however, Millard gripped the boy's nostrils, pressi

's jaws. This he tied in place, and rising, looked down upon a gagged foe. Then

p. His eyes gleamed with the fascination of terror. When that candle b

f in a fearful plight. At first, he could only stare, with terror-dil

ind his head. Then he realized that some one was looking into the room. Then a voic

, but-but I can't help it! If you o

ng, as he fancied he could hear that of his persecutor. Then there was anoth

espect you for your calm g

turn, then soft footsteps. Ja

rimly-almost hysterically. "Doesn't the scoundrel kn

h!" broke from the boy's lips, to be fo

ng submarine captain had been fighting savagely at the bonds behind h

h wavering eyes at the ever-shortening candle-bit. "There won't be anything lef

truggle there was another "r-r-ri

gaze was ever toward the candle, burning lower. It seemed as

ot see, felt something giving around his wrists. Frantically he squirmed

unexpected boon, Benson forced himself up into a sittin

ously, he felt

bly because he hadn't the slightest idea I'd be able to use

lighted candle had burned down, now, even more perilously close to the paper-but what did the submarine boy care

Benson bent and snatched up the burning candle f

e chuckled, "this candle will

t metallic sound of something falling to the floor while Millard was speaking. Now, Jack bent over, holdin

e submarine boy, dropping the hairpin into his pocket. "I'

after finding, in the lower hallway, a stout stick that he picked u

-story house to throw any light upon the habits of Mi

or hung from a nail in the wall. In this sa

yond that a fence, with a gate in it. The gate was unlocked. On a nail at

in his hand. "Or else Millard got away disguised as a woman. That trunk

pon a long, narrow alley t

on this point, Benson s

ill help," muttered the boy, star

nd. As Jack bent over it he saw the marks of diagonal

d wore rubbers away, or some woman has b

ade his way down the alley to the street beyond. At the corner s

ou saw a woman came down out of th

l woman, in a gray dress and wearing

carrying

a grip-a suit

the woman before

eeper shoo

y did the

y, but I think down that way,"

whom he spoke within the next three or four minutes remembered having see

enson, "that I know just about enough to