Trackers of the Fog Pack

nged M

to be clear

ey reentered their room, after

ed his shipmate, throwing himself down in an

n' spied on so far,"

ked suspicious, partner

a suspicion we'd bear watchin'-did yeou happen to notice him, buddy-queer squint to one o' his lamps,

d as if hig

d in us, did you, Perk? Well, he had a

er of the crew of the flying ship that was wor

why we chanced to be in old San Dieg

e, Jack," whined P

us for what we are, but also why we were whispering across our table so much, when certain things

est say there didn't seem to be any spy a hangin' 'round on our tail, t

was tempted to speak to us, perhaps even join us at our table; but one thing kept him from doing so, which was the iron-bound

g breath, and star

party might be in the Secret Service li

he was told straigh

w him, I'm und

across him. That man's one of the smartest detectives in the whole shooting match-his name, son, is Josiah Har

ned as if

lt to grasp the fact. "No, I never did run acrost him so far's I know. What in tarnation

een piped off to that effect. I reckon he had orders to

ght be fetchin' a las

inst Harper, to have a small slip of paper pushed into my waiting hand. Here it is, and we'll see what

er the clever work carried through by his companion, without a

cket and straightened out. No wonder, when the writing seemed just a crazy mess of words, and figures-undoubtedly a secret cip

d it readily without applying the key; in this case he evident

erved Perk, who had watched the other no

ang. This little scrap of paper has a history, Perk. It was carried from th

a feathered post-I never yet seen anythi

ey were eventually discovered, and brought to bay in a rocky canyon-the men wolves had them bottled up, so they must either surrender and take the consequences, or perish of hunger and thirst. He wrote this message in code

uld think up sech a neat dodge. An' right there clost to the tigers' den he could set daown an' write a 'porta

ried all the way from the heart of the mountains. Perk listened as if bent on

aour crowd, Jack, ole hoss," he finally remarked, after his chum had read the writing on the th

les distant, where we could drop down safely, and without getting close e

t to me 'til they fix things so's we kin creep up on aour prey without tellin' the h

h wonderful advances are being made in aviation circles every moon. Right now we're doing a lot of amazing stunts with

clost to big cities. Even San Diego folks find it hard to git 'round on Sundays an' holidays. But this fresh happenin' sorte

," Jack went on to add; "and I'm sorry to

suggested Perk, with one of his impatient frowns,

ion of the mountains far back from the coast; but we'll have to take our chances, now we're fixe