ob, you old

im. His chum had thrown a bathrobe over his pajamas. The door between their connecting roo

eyes he turned over and prepared to snatch an

, grab something to eat in the pantry, and go down to the shed and tinker on the

y his chum. Tumbling out of bed, he headed for the shower in the

ake a plunge down at the beach before going to the s

ot much of a breakfast, but their appetites were those of youth and they enjoyed it. Letting themselves out of the back door of the sleeping house, they started on a trot for the little privat

knowledge there was nobody within hearing distance, and in general had a glorious time of it. At the end of that period they r

oys termed it, was, in reality, a substantial structure of corrugated iron, well-anchored to resist the severe Atlantic coastal storms. It stood to one side of the route

ampton, their absent chum, as well as Mr. Temple-himself an enthusiast about flying-all had become license

and. It was not a stock model but was built after a special design. All three boys had flown it, as well as Mr. Temple, and none had ever had an accident. Equipped with

ch they had left padlocked several days before standing open and the interior empty. For several moments

on

on

angling from one leaf of the great folding doors. "Cut through with a file," he called excitedl

f," groaned Bob, passing on into the interior. "But what's the use locking the barn after the horse is stolen." Disconsolately he moved around t

ut a whoop. "Fran

ld out. A German Iron Cross it was. "And here you can see how th

a real one given by the Kaiser it w

ugh, the

ant Frederik

ath was

le m

said Frank. "What

ur airplane," said Bob. "

is over," pro

that bird doesn't fly back with our ai

k. "Come on, old boy," he said. "No use hanging around here. We

here is any connection between the two-between th

considerably excited over a telephone call from New York City. He, too, was dismayed when told of the theft of the airplane. But when the bo

sterday, that he thought they were on legitimate business, but that when Bob tried to stop them he saw they were bad ones, as he put it. Later, when they made him drive them over to the radiophone station and he heard

hat he was pretty certain one man was a Greaser and the other a Hun. Those wer

them they stole our airplane to

act

d in pulling that Mexican's coat off his back,

to escape from here quickly before we could get in pursuit of them. I imagine they'll land in some deserted spot-plenty of them

d Frank, emphatically,

ou mean?"

ere against us, during the war? Well, I'll bet there are some of the sa

"Well, boys, there will be no church for us t