s the heavy car shot up the road toward High Street. They ha

ed Phil Morgan. "I feel tha

atessen shop as the Torrance car wheeled around the corner into Seacove's main street.

k in the store. "See who's joy-riding!

out in

d, almost getting into th

orner; so it was easy for the reckless Frenchy an

he corner of his mouth, for he had to keep h

, as the car jounced over the railroad tracks

ck?" dema

djured Whistler. "We'

elled Frenchy

get there," declared

d Seacove, and the first five miles of the road to Elmvale was perfectly straight. T

the same feeling that impressed Whistler Morgan, he

at they had made an engagement with Mr. Santley at the munition factory over the teleph

slope leading down into Elmvale. Lights were already twinkling in the valle

et. The stores were open and there were lights in most of the cottages of the workmen. Ther

e war. The long, many-windowed buildings behind the offices covered a good deal of ground. There was a high stockade fence about th

ntley," Whistler said

know whether he is her

es yonder. And I have made

d a man looked out. Whistler Morgan did not know the manager

to see you,

man?" asked the manager, e

er tol

in," and Whistler was ushered inside a

," said Mr. Santley. "Come in and let me hear what you h

t Whistler. "She was chased by a submarine chaser, but the tender escaped

nded Mr. Santley. "Why, that has

stood with his hand upon Whistler'

nyway? I don't want to hear a lot of inconse

n worried about him ever since the other day when we fellows wer

of that crowd?"

ing over here we s

icions were aroused and about the water wheel he had found at the foot of

expressed nothing b

a feeder for German submarines?" muttered the mana

-night. They mentioned two-fifty which I believe is the number of the submarine off this coast. They s

Santley. "That man Blake-well, he

is evening's train,

e discovered some things here that I want him to explain. For one thing, I have picked up a letter in his locker whi

. He told that Captain Braun, of the Sarah Coville, that his work was

med Mr. Santley. "And he has some

breathed the boy. "Maybe he

the

ss! It perplexes me," ex

, grabbing his hat and banging down the roll top of his de

. Santley spoke in a low voice to

" he said. "Do you understand? Hold him-even

," said the man

the engine of which was still running. At that instant the night was as peaceful as could be. The valley bel

emed to make heaven and earth tremble, a burst of flame ro

y well nigh stunned them. It was Ikey, standing in the tonneau of the car, and pointing a

k! The dam

ry. Beneath it the dam crumbled, dissolved, and poured away into