Boy Scouts of the Air on Lost Island

of the coming dawn. Against that patch of brightness the northern headland of Lost Island loomed up high and barren save

ing, looking like a giant agai

But there was no doubt about the equal unfriendliness of his attitude, for through the crook of one elbow h

them away before. There was no mistaking the voice that bellowed across th

hunder ou

friendly hand in the general direction

on your island last night or early this morning. We found h

boat closer to shore, but at a sudden interrup

u full of rock salt. I loaded up especial for you when you raised

nd?" cried Dave anxiously, trying t

like you two, I

o keep us off Lost Isl

up your paddles and blow back to shore-and be sure you tie up t

ling to admit believing that the man would really shoot, but somehow they were unwilling to put it to the

sent one last appeal acros

yesterday, we think. We're looking for him-or his body.

this morni

sure our boat was stranded there a long while. He might hav

isfied anyway, youngst

ng Fulton dro

Jerry silenced him with a savage look. Then he stood up on h

wasn't

and began lunging desperately at the water.

y. "You've been flying off on about forty differ

to tell me you didn't

en't we? He didn't say he'd shoot

no wonder you're half asleep. Didn't you he

ur

el

nder's got into you? Wh

whiz, Dave, he shouldn't have known it was young Fulton unless-unless it was young

uns!" ga

had tied the boat safely and did not mean to loiter in the neighborhood. Then he disappeared among the trees of the lower part of the island. But

am, which was about the only place they could hope to be able to cross Plum Run-and Watertown lay on the other side. Of course, they might follow the river bank on the cha

ach. Up hill and down dale, and every step

s a sin to steal?

tain

ple

you know where there ar

any are. I just wondered

ong to punish crimina

in jail y

tever way

say as I do

and plenty for fooling me abo

rry's legs were in no better shape, so the race, while exciting enough, was a long, slow one. Before Jerry was ab

ead of ducking and dodging, we'd be home by now,

se and within a very few minutes the last bend of the

there doesn't happen to be a boat on this side of the river we may have to wait some time for that breakfast you'v

wait," grimly declare

took the

you try it, below or ab

. I see Pete Galpin's clam-boat down at his dock. It leaks like s

winter fuel. Old Pete Galpin lived there all alone, fishing and clamming and occasionally taking a wood-cutting contract to help out through the scant winter m

en built by Galpin himself from odds and ends picked up from scrap heaps and driftage. As Galpin himself said, the only whole part

Jerry made at once for the oar seat, leaving Dave to untie and push off. For all the tremendous leak wh

t beyond was a narrow, plum-thicket bordered lane, which in turn led into the newly graveled "county" road. The boys found the walking much easier in a path that twisted

s wagon rattled over the interurban tracks less than two blocks from Dave's home. Rubbing

breakfast?" asked Jerry, as

ky if I stay awake t

got to tell

tention to what we say-I don't more'n half believe it

ell sleep." Jerry was out of patience, b

rry," he said drowsily as he tu

e affair of a dozen rooms or so, far too large a place for the Fultons, since there had been only the two of them, Tod's mother having died when he was only a little tad. Indeed, as Tod said, they only used three rooms

But it was no secret among his neighbors that all sorts of queer contrivances were planned

d not need to make any more. But the boys, who were allowed to roam through the workshop at will, were wildly

e porch and reached high up under the eaves, where an electric button was concealed. He pushed it, hard, well know

r of the bell. After a long time he heard footsteps, but something told him t

on here," de

nodded M

ot to s

f you don't

alk to him-I'v

s not the kind of man to become easily e

yes!" cr

ave you found

Mr. Aikens-Oh, I'

ught Jerry's arm and was shaking it wildly up and down. Neither one noticed that a white-fa

What can you mean!"

that Tod

eamed a voice from acro

d on Lost