Tom Slade's Double Dare

d in place, could be made the nucleus of a mass of wreckage, the flood might be effectually checked, temporarily, at least. One thing, a moment's glance at the condition of the cove show

on the edge of the hollow,

S UP OUT OF THE BLACK WATE

s Double D

a motor bus its lights might have foretold the danger. But it was one of thos

prooted trophies of the storm high in those dizzy recesses above, where eagles, undisturbed by any human presence, made their homes upon the crags. The re

beat against the fallen tree. It seemed strange that they could be so close to this paroxysm of the elements, in the very center of it as one m

way down the west shore back to camp. It's through the mountains and maybe two of you had b

y flashligh

nd Roy were the ones to mak

g straight south till you see the lights at camp, then turn east. You ought to be able to do it in an hour. Tell everybo

emains of Pee-we

all come over. Hurry up! I'll stay here and try to get in place anything more that comes in in the meantime. There are a lot of broken limbs and th

he funny little rimless hat cut full of holes which he wore on the side of his head and which was the pride of his life had collapsed by reason of being utterly soake

t have to do any stunts for anybody's benefit. You're

Hervey, blithely, "and sing Over There and

mind on a thing. You're to go straight north till you reach the road. I'll have to keep the lantern here, but you won't need it. You've got about a quarter of a mile of rough country and then easy going. Straight north beyo

to tell time wi

ttled. When you get to the road wait for the bus and stop it. If it has passed by now, we can't help it. I'm afra

vey said, pausing an

was

d-away off

voices up in that mountain wilderness, there sounded, far off, subdued and steady, a low melodio

train,"

seconds-three, four, five, six. The sound died away in the uproar of wind and

a half of hills and swamps. They're at the station now. You can't do it,

perforated hat bobbing in the rushing water of the cove, pulled tight down over its young owner's ears. Sober as his thoughts were in the face of harrowing peril, he could not repress

o look at it. He was going upon this business in reckless haste, without forethought or caution. He would stake his life to save twenty yards of distance. There was no discretion in hi

out of a rifle. With him it was a ca