The Boy Scounts on a Submarine | Page 2

more, and then one on the
outskirts of the group looked around and said, 'Dear me suz, it gets late

early now!' and she put her head on her arm, and went sleepy
sleepums--"
"It's too wonderful; too wonderful!" mused Elinor.
"Well, the best part is," said her brother, "that it is so simple and so
cheap. That is, it is simple to combine."
"Where is the formula?" asked the business-like Elinor. "In a safe, I
hope."
"No, not yet. The only formula in the world is here in my coat pocket."
He patted the coat lying, on the hammock beside him.
"There!" cried Elinor. "Why, Lester, I call that awfully careless! I do
truly think you ought to put it in a safe!"
"That's all right," said Lester, leaning back and playing with one of the
dogs. "I have it in my head anyhow. Come on, hon; I'm dead tired. Let's
forget about it for a little while; let's go see how the grapes are
ripening."
An hour later a well-grown boy came rapidly along the road and turned
in the lower drive which led directly to the carriage. Putting his wheel
on its rack, he hustled into the kitchen where Elinor, prettier than ever
in her long blue apron, her face softly flushed from the fire, stood
dishing up a delicious supper.
"You are late, small boy," she cried. "Get your hands washed, and go
call Lester. I think I left him about an hour ago, and he has been as still
as a mouse ever since. He has something fine to tell you."
She turned to the old woman who was helping her, and Wugs,
whistling loudly, went through the house and slammed the screen door
as he reached the porch. Elinor went on serving the supper.
Mr. Pomeroy, her father, was away on one of the long trips he was
accustomed to make. He was a breeder of fine cattle, and bought and

sold continually. His wife was dead, and Elinor was all in all to the man
who was lonely even when surrounded by his three fine children.
Elinor was thinking of the dear little mother who had passed away, and
wishing that she could be with them at a time when Lester was to know
the greatest pride of his life. Supper was on, and she stood by the table
thinking tenderly. Then she frowned. She was conscious of the racket
Colonel, the big collie was making in his run. It occurred to her that the
dog had been raving for an hour past, but she had been so intent on
supper that she had laid the uproar to Lester who loved to play with the
bunch and get them excited.
She stepped toward the window to speak to Colonel, when she heard a
shout from Wugs. The shout wavered, and turned to a wild, high
scream of horror. Elinor stood motionless. Then shriek after shriek split
the air, and the girl sped to the front door, dashed it open, snapping on
the porch light as she passed the switch in the hall. She gained the steps
in her mad rush and paused. Wugs's agonized voice guided her down to
the side of the wide veranda. She dashed to his side and looked down
where he was kneeling.
Poor, poor Elinor! Her brother--her darling Lester--lay there limp and
distorted, and from an ugly wound on his forehead the blood oozed
slowly. Beside him, her head on his breast, his Beatrice, his special pet.
She was dead; but with her last strength she had crept to the side of her
beloved master she tried to defend.
Wugs looked up, his eyes wild with terror.
"He's dead! He's dead! Les is dead!" he kept saying.
Elinor knelt, put her ear on his heart, then sprang to her feet.
"Be a man, John," she, said quietly. "Les is living. We will have to
work fast to save him."
After that it was all a terrible 'nightmare'. Men came, and tender, strong
hands lifted the unconscious burden and gently laid it on the bed where
the little mother had lain so long before she had passed away into rest.

Other hands, just as gentle, carried the dead body of little Beatrice
around to the garage where, while decently washing the blood from her
poor battered little head, they found a piece of rough, dark cloth
clenched in the dog's set jaws.
And the nightmare went on while some one telegraphed to Mr.
Pomeroy, and the doctors behind closed doors worked over Lester.
Nurses slipped silently into the house; detectives appeared, roped the
curious people out of the grounds, and raked the place for clews. It was
then that Elinor had a thought. She called the chief of police, and took
him