Hal Kenyon Disappears

viator who lay on a bed in the "Hospital" striving to help mend his broken bones by thinking hopeful thoughts. It was a sto

d flown all the way from that city in his aeroplane. He had already spent several weeks among and over th

and I thought I would fly awhile, as it is really mighty pleasant to sail through the air with the moon and

ea of enjoyment," r

The ghosts can't catch you in an automobile,

find no place to land. Then I found my gasoline almost gone and I knew I must glide and ta

onlight. I was right over the mountains when I discovered the condition of my gasoline, and you can imagine the state of mind it threw me into. All the ghost

y distinguish mountains from valleys. I was flying five hundred feet over t

he ground a couple of my stay wires broke and warped the left wing. I worked my ailerons in an endeavor to balance the machine, but it was no use. Down she flopped, and I leaped. I don't know how I managed t

ed the doctor. "Didn't you have any wit

I'd been in the mountains sever

did you d

one of the struts near my seat. It's

machine struck the ground, and was thrown

e of all those boys would have found

fell into a hole or behind a big rock.

them," said the aviator sadly. "In fact, I regre

ch for them," assured the d

r the boys were instructed to meet in the assembly room. Ther

e you another hal

d Ferdinand Sharer

't going to be an occasion of play. You have a very serious

sured several

I want you to be more than serious. I want you to use your wits, too, a little. A treasure has been lost and I wa

of them just had to give vent to their feelings with loud-whi

want you to use your heads and do some good work. That bag of relics is valuable and must be found. If it isn't

r the spot in question, they ought to find it, or rather they should have discovered it already; bu

ey listened to the doctor's latest words, but they were too young to ponder very dee

Dr. Byrd. "Now, everybody go to the kitchen and get some sandwiches

o their lockers and got their drab coats, drill hats, haversacks, and hike-sticks, and

r. Byrd, varies from thirty to forty feet wide and carries considerable volume of water. It runs southward a mile and a half along the foothills, then t

rrow pass at either end, north and south. Flathead River has its source, or sources, high up in the mountains, and dashes down in a series of noisy cascades and catar

ca?on. From the "forehead" of Flathead the mummy stood forth conspicuously. The bottom of the ca?on was strewn with bowlders of every size and description. On the east, exactly opposite Flathead, was a steep ascent so rocky as

n their search for the missing bag of specimens. Almost in the middle of the grassy plot, the sod had been torn and rooted up

Mr. Porter. "Remember, you're to do all the work

announced

ll listen to Fe

extremely practical youth and always demanded evidence before he would believe a

ad a bag of souvenirs?"

"If he did, what became of it? It

ed to it," conditi

to the aeroplane,"

specimens with him, it wasn't tied to the airship; or if

me untied," de

of you think?" i

ne of the boys besides Fes and Pickles were inclined to be very pos

whole ca?on, or a good piece of it

more doubtful said they were just as ready to believ

f Bowlder Mountain, or maybe on the t

set to work diligently to cover as much ground as possible before daylight failed them. T

ughly, without finding the treasured bag and hearing no joyful cry of discovery from any of the other boys. Meanwhile it occurred t

other places he found it necessary to exercise greater care. He took off his shoes and stockings and rolled up his trousers as high as h

ollowed his example. The search went along quietly, for all of the Scouts were too widely separated to engage in much c

open, and Mr. Porter called them together. The search seemed to have been in vain. The leather bag

r best anyway,"

, following the general boy habit of

eclared sev

," announced Mr. Port

boys, assuming that everybody h

ttle of interest to discuss in their fruitless search. On the campus they

s. "We searched pretty near the whole

repeated Bun. "Hal Kenyon started tha

d Pickles. "I ain't see

was no

the doctor. "Kenyon miss

was excitement soon. Hal's name was called, the

mysteriously as had the bag of s