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The Deep Sea Peril

CHAPTER XV —Continued. —16 — Sh*' ran unchallenged through the destroyer ffotfitS and c:tme nhoigsid.' the rear-ad nit mi’s Unship, a monster cruiser armed with a powerful battery, on which he had hoisted his pennant. A few minutes later Davies and Ida clambered aboard. tearing Clouts in charge of the submarine —and of tin 1 queen of the swarm. Hal? an hour later Clouts received the command to take the F 55 to Loudon as best he could. Davies’ interview with the rear-admiral had’deelded the latter to open hostilities immediately. The squadron spread out and approached the Dogger-fanwise, to enCircle the monster*. Macßeard. who had just awakened aboard the motorboat, saw in torrer the great shells dropping all about him. He thought this was tlie end of all his plans. It seemed impossible to escape. But the monsters, terrified by the vibration. dashed wildly In all directions, and, finding themselves ringed in, churned up the water madly. The man in the chains on the flagship looked at his lead incredulously. It marked 12 fathoms, where it should have marked 25. It marked ten, seven, sou suddenly the sea seemed to open. Half the vessels In the attacking squadron grounded. They lay on their sides in the North sea sand, one set of guns pointing heavenward, the other toward the bowels of the earth. Then a huge, agitated wave, radiating outward from the still vortex in which the motorboat reeled dizzily, lashed them and buffeted them afloat. Beyond control, the dismantled, fleeing squadron drove under the pounding waves in all directions.

Out of the vapor chugged a motorboat. Slowly, as the haze subsided, she drew alongside. In her stood MacBeard, triumphant in this display of his power. Five minutes later he stood in the presence of the rear admiral, Davies and Ida, as well as of the junior officers. “You see. we are unconquerable.” he said grimly. “But I have come to offer you terms.” As a public enemy, many afterward said that he should have been hanged then and there, in spite of his envoyship. But the rear admiral refused to violate the traditions of the sea—or perhaps he realized that, Macßeard dead, he could hope for no means of subduing his unchained devils. “What are they?” he inquired courteously. Jt “First,” said Macßeard, “personal Indemnity.” “In return for what?” “In return for the destruction of this menace. I pledge thy word that It shall disappear forever.” "But how?” Macßeard hesitated.. Eager as he now was to destroy the herd, he was not overanxious to reveal his plans. However, he yielded the point. “As yon have- bbserved,” he said, “they are completely under my control. I will take them into Skjold fjord, on the Norwegian coast As you know, it Is a huge body of water, surrounded by cliffs of high basalt, and having an entrance barely large enough to admit a small steamship. Once they are there, the entrance can be blockaded until they ar£ dead of famine. In return I demand possession of —” and he looked toward Ida. He did not know her name, but it did not strike him as peculiar. A glance at Ida’s horror-strickken face was sufficient to enable the admiral to decide. “We refuse.” he said. But Ida' stepped forward and laid ber hand on the admiral's arm, “I cannot let you refuse.” she said, “lam nothing —” “No!” cried Davies. “You shall not « accept his terms!” “Yes,” answered the girl, facing him j Quietly. “It is only myself, and there is the whole worla at stake. Wouldn't Donald do as much for me?” And Davies was silent. For Donald had said very much the same thing when be thought Ida dead on Fair island. Ida turned to Macßeard. “You wish me to be your wife?” she asked. “Yes —if you like to call it so,” he stammered in answer. “I will go with you,” she said. The admiral interposed. r “If you wish to go. Miss Kennedy. I must accept the sacrifice,” he said. “But it can only come from you.” He addressed Macßeard. “I am willing so far,” he said. “The government cannot refuse to ratify those terms. What Is your next?” “My third and last demand Is—fifty gallons of gasoline."

CHAPTER XVI. , i. . The Queen'* Cpll. It would be difficult to estimate the jiningled rage afld horror that swept ever London that night when the -news jeame Of the admiral's treaty. ; The .admiral felt that he had rid *he world of a dangerous menace for m bagatelle. Bat the feeling in the

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Admiralty, was one of humiliation hnd vihdtcti veness, “The scoundrel?.** mattered the second sea lord, clenching his fists. “Who knows that he will fulfill his pact?’ “lie must.” said Donald. “Why. sir?” “Because the moderation of his terms shows that Macßeard has no ulterior motive. I think,’’' he added, '■that the-ftdmiral did perfectly right.” ' “And Miss Kennedy ?” inquired the sea lord. "Sacrificed herself for her country—as others have done,” Donald replied. But the second sea lord did not under- | stand. The news of the exported arrival of 4he F 55 having become public, Donald sent n wireless message to a patrol ship, ordering her to Intercept the vessel and hid it anchor off the Ndre. w here lie could go aboard without publicity. When, he arrived early the same morning the first person who welcomed him from the deck was Davies. “Do you know, sir,” he said, “I think we shall checkmate that scoundrel yet." “ ' : “It Isn’t possible.” groaned Donald. “We have pledged our faith.” “I wonder if there may not be human beings under the sea, sir, who rule those devils. I wonder whether that fish-girl Clouts has got in the messroom may not have some power over them if—if we give her her head. I wonder if we couldn’t use her to outwit Macßeard.” “Absurd!” said Donald curtly. “But let me have another look at her.” "Clouts!” called Davies down the engine room tube. A minute later Clouts appeared, hurriedly pocketing his mouth organ and wiping his lips. “Aye, sir!” he said. “Captain Fnget wants to see your—your frihnd. Clouts.” Donald entered alone and stood looking across the messroom toward the phantom shape at the further end. The queen shrank back against the wall and stared at Donald with her mournful eyes. The face was wavering. half-visible; but the eyes were fixed on his Intently, ami there was the pathos of a Soul struggling for life in them, such as we see in the eyes of suffering beasts. She came to him and put her arms about him. Her face lay for one instant against his own. And to his amazement, to his horror, Donald seemed to kdow that Ida was nothing, and that this woman was all. A soft murmur came from the queen’s throat. It rose and fell, and rose again until it seemed to fill the entire submarine With sound. It was the swarming call. It was the call of the queen when she has found her mate and leads forth her army to new land, mew-ebnquesL From the east shores and from the Baltic, from the Thames Estuary, the channel and the Seine, the monsters came. They knew that swarming call, though they had only heard it once before, hnd that cut .short. Sam Clouts burst open the door. Donald was lying upon the floor within, and, standing beside him, was the queen. He heard the call her == 7 =r Shaking with terror, the sailor dragged Donald outside and locked the door. He carried his captain up on deck. In a few moments Donald opened his eyes. “What happened. Clouts?” he asked. “You fainted, sir. Excuse me, sir, but you oughtn't never to have gone in there. She’s a devil, sir, one of them vampires like that we used to hear about when, we were children. Mrs. Clouts —” Donald staggered toward Davies, who was running out of the conning tower. * “You were right, Davies” he said. “We’ve got him. You heard that call? /‘Listen, Davies! If I'm not mistaken that call will bring the monsters to, us. Let’s make for the deepest part of the son, first, so that we won’t drive on a sand hank when the water evaporates. And then —where was it Macßeard had gone?” “Skjold fjord. I was there on my first cruise, sir. It's a deep, almost land-locked harbor in a wild part of j the Norwegian coast. The whole herd j could disport themselves in there —and it would be easy to block the entrance, as Macßeard said —” “Never mind that, Davies. Don’t yon see that this releases us from our faith toward him? He’ll be making for Skjold fjord with Miss Kennedy, and as many of the monsters as he has been able to gather together by means of that tuning-fork sound, which resembles the call we heard about as much as — Well, never mind that. The point is, Macßeard is not to be undeceived.” ? Davies looted at Donald strangely. He did not understand his sudden high spirits; he could not yet see, altogether, at what bis chief was driving. “The herd will accompany us, but .we’ll keep near. Macßeard and —why, let him think that it’s following him. He mustn’t see us till we're within the harbor. Understand? And.then —there are still two torpedoes left, aren't there? Well, then, we’ll blow his craft to pieces, and —”

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“And save Miss, Kennedy soihehow first,” said Davies. Already the horizon was black with vnpor on the three seaward sides; The shore lay al)out two miles to port. The anchor was hoisted, and noon the F-55 was making rapid surface headway in the direction of the Belgian coast. “It’s blowing up pretty thick, sir,” said Davies, looking out through the port iit the dense clouds of murky hydrogen that rolled under the cumulus clouds. “Davies!’’ cried Donald. He snatched his glasses and put them to ids eyes. “I>ook, Davies!*’ lie cried. - In the distance, rs tiny point amid the roiling clouds, they saw the motorboat. The submarine began so dip! The water revered her liow, her stern. Donald went to the'mirror of the periscope. which, fixed because there was no one to start the motor, afforded Id in a vision of less than a right angle. But he saw only the thickening clouds, and presently these blotted everything out. The mirror was black as ink. He turned away. A groan escaped his lips. ' lie clenched his hands and prayed that the plan might not miscarry.

CHAPTER XVII. The Pursuit. Within the conning tower Donald could hear distinctly the chugging of the engines of Macßeurd’s motorboat. Had lie risen to the surface both vessels would have been invisible in the hydrogen gloom; but *hen he might have lost his quarry. Under water lie could hear the sound greatly increased in volume, and. could,better, determine its direction, He surmised correctly that MacBeard. having followed the swarm, would attempt to lead it northward by means of his tuning-fork. And the swarm, sensing the presence of the queen, would accompany the F 55, while Macßeard believed that he had himself mustered them. With the tip of her periscope just submerged, Donald steered the F 55. Never had he followed so shrewdly upon an enemy's track. Now to port, now to starboard, he followed the sound of the gasoline engines, while Clouts watched them and Davies, in the diving station, sent up an occasional cheery message. Night fell and passed. Dawn came up, although not a vestige of light could have been seen, even afloat. A sooty column, hydrogen surcharged with atmospheric dust, was passing up the Norwegian coast.At noon Davies, whose duties had not been constant enough to prevent him from enjoying a short slumber, begged to take Donald’s place. But Donald refused. As he ran the boat his brain hammered out the clear outlines of his plan. He would lead the herd into Skjold fjord, leave Davies in charge, kill Macßeard and rescue Ida. Then he would send her overland southward with Clouts, and remain until a ship could arrive with materials to block the passage. The high, precipitous cliffs of the fjord would effectively bar in the monsters. For a few days or weeks the world’s menace would writhe there like a wounded snake. Then it would pass. Donald had no doubt of his plan. But' he did not dare to dream of Ida; only he set himself resolutely to the pursuit. So they drove on up the Norwegian coast all day, and when night fell they were still hard on the chase. Davies called through the engine* room tube. : “There isn’t much power in the batteries, sir,” he said. •‘That sqjt water cut our running reserve in half, and we’ve been using it pretty freely. The dynamo coil was injured by the sea water.” “Go on, full speed,” said Donald. “Macßeard must have been running slowly, sir, to save his gasoline. If he puts on a spurt we’re done.” “Drive till the electrics fail, then we’ll come up and use the petrol motors.” Donald could see by the chart that they were within twenty miles of their destination when the speed of the F 55 began to fail. She dropped to nine knots, to eight. The sounds of the gasoline engine were growing fainter. Donald called down the tube. “Bring her up!” he shouted. “Aye, aye, sir!” Clouts called back. And the F 55, climbing out of the water like n sea otter; seemed to shake the drops from her, and continued under the moon. Far in the distance Donald could see the dense column of fog, as it disappeared toward the Norwegian shore. That smoky devil Macßeard had wrapped himself in obscurityhis own undoing. He did not dream of the Nemesis upon his heels. “He’s spurting for Skjold fjord,” said Davies. (yo be Continued.)

New Use for Motorcycles.

That new uses for motorcycles are still being discovered is shown by the fact that a Californian with a big lawn to care for drives his mower with the aid of his powered cycle. After several unsuccessful attempts he devised satisfactory means of attaching the grass cutter to the front forks of his machine, and now he asserts that he can trim the lawn In about one-tenth the time formerly required. The only consideration that limits his speed apparently is the fact that the mower must be oiled frequently.—Popular Mechanics'Magazine.

Injured by Prosperity.' The mind is more injured by proS* parity than by adversity.

“WILD BILL” DONOVAN CLAIMS HE WAS ONE TO BRING OUT TY RAYMOND COBB

Ty Cobb, Hughie Jennings and “Wild Bill” Donovan.

When you are in a little group of fans and the talk is frittering away almost to a dead silende a good way to knock them all cold is to loudly announce : “I discovered Ty Cobb,” or “If it hadn’t been for me Eddie Collins would be selling ham sandwiches on the B. & O.” But anyway, Wild Bill Donovan comes out with the announcement that he was the real Edison who gave Ty Cobb to the baseball world. Harken to Willyum: Made Jennings Laugh. “It was way back in 1915 when Detroit was training in Augusta, Ga., and the captain was a regular busher. Ty attracted little attention, for he was a terrible fielder and tried to run through the fence in every game. Hugtife Jennings used to laugh every time Cobb ran out on the field, for there was nothing about him that even suggested a future star. His hitting was of the bush league variety, and when an outfielder can’t hit it’s time to forget all about him. “Detroit had a chance that year to get Cobb for nothing, for the Augusta club had made a deal with Jennings whereby he would have the privilege of selecting any player on the team if his ball club did its spring training in Augusta. To show what a hit Cobb

MADE WAR SEEM REAL

Charles P. Taft had an editorial in his newspaper the other day with the caption, “It Was Upon the Order of His Going,” treating of Grover Cleveland Alexander and his return to Chicago. It speaks of the difficulty Chicago had getting him and the new record price paid, only to have him called to the colors. The editorial then says: “The moral effect was incalculable. The man in the bleachers realized as never before that grim war was on. The government was no respecter of great right arms. Soon it would be reaching up into the bleachers, into the grandstand, and into the boxes, and taking the pick of the spectators.”

HARRY COVELESKIE A MINOR

Former Tiger Pitcher Has Been Signed to Work for Chattanooga in the Southern Association. v • . President-Manager Strang Nicklin of the Chattanooga baseball club states that Harry Coveleskie, former pitcher

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of the Detroit Americans, will play in Chattanooga this season. He stated that the report from Little Rock that Coveleskie had signed a contract there waS a mistake. ' '.‘ 1 '

made, Clyde Engle, the infielder, was chosen and Tyrus the Great allowed to remain in the tall grass. Busher Rested on First. “I never forgot Cobb,” said Donovan, “for one day when I was pitching he hit a ball to me and I had to run toward third base to field it. It wasn’t a hard-hit ball, so I took my time, but before I could straighten up to throw to first you can imagine my surprise when I saw that busher roosting on the bag. Never before had I seen such speedy traveling toward first base, and I remembered it. “Later in the season one of our outfielders went bad and I suggested to Jennings that he take a chance with that fast guy down in Augusta. Jennings wired down there and a reply came back that Cobb would not be sent North unless the Detroit club- purchased'him for $750. President Navin sent them the money and Cobb was signed by Detroit. “The first year, as you know, Ty did not set the world afire, but barely got by. There was a noticeable improvement the next season, and now look at him. At the same time, I attribute the speedy journey to first base that day in Augusta to Cobb’s joining the Detroit club.”

DIAMOND NOTES

Ban Johnson has not issued a statement in weeks. * * * Columbus has released Outfielder Chick Farrell to Terre Haute of the Three I. * * * Galveston released Infielder Cranston and he was at once taken by San Antonio. - = —m * e King Lear is to be retained by the Cubs, now that the club is allowed 25 players. * * * Bobby Stow having returned to the Fort Worth team, Manager Jakey Atz has benched himself. * * * The Browns flashed the first triple steal in the majors this year. Sisler, Williams and Denimitt were the burglars. • * • Newkirk, the Bloomington pitcher hailed as a wonder from the Pacific coast, lasted one Inning in his first game. • * • Rariden is doing great work behind the bat for Pat Moran. McGraw may be sorry he let him go before the season is over. ♦ * * * Not many managers have declared their clubs in as pennant winners yet The war has 'worked more reform than one. * * • V_ High, center fielder for the Evansville Three-Eye team, was the only man in the’league to get three hits on the opening day. * * * Grover Alexander’s picture shows a 90-pound pack on his sturdy back. They don’t issue packs In the Shipbuilders’ league. * * * ..V Billy Evans says a batter cannot take his base on a balk. We’ve seen some pitchers who could barely make first on four balls. ... - * * * Manager Patsy Flaherty of the Colonels has* a, new pitcher by the name of Friday, who has been dubbed “Fish” by his feamffmtes. i • * • Eddie Ainsmith Is hitting like Ty Cobb these days because he copies Ty’s style. Funny, with Ty in the league all these years. AlnaoUth couldn’t have seen him before, \

WINNING HURLER IS PENNANT CONTENDER

So Declares John McGraw, Mali- . ager of New York Giants. Hugo Bezdek, Leader of Pirates, Declares Club Must Have More Than One Winning Pitcher—Problem Open for Discussion. Baseball managers do not lamp the possibilities of a ball club in the same manner. * At the January powwow in New York, some of the major league pilots were discussing pennants and pennant Chances. John McGraw of New-Ydrk'started a live discussion vdien he declared one winning pitcher o*l make- a flag contender out of an otherwise mediocre club. McGraw’s views were shared by some of the leaders, but Hugo Bezdek of the Pittsburgh Pirates does not accept the McGraw .dogma. * McGraw pointed to the success of the Giants when he had none other than Matthewson to depend upon for mound duty. He also recalled the

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Washington club’s success each season for the last few years with only Walter Johnson to star on the rubber. These cases, according to McGraw, are good grounds for his argument. Bezdek declared a ball club must have something more than good pitching from one pitcher, and he backs his argument with the story of Wilbur Cooper’s work for the Pirates last ‘ season. Cooper lost nearly all of his games by one run simply because the Pirates did not have the necessary punch to aid him with a run or two, says Bezdek, and the speech sounds reasonable, too. The argument was not ended in the one session, but there is much evidence on both sides that is deserving of serious consideration. McGraw’s

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contention that a winning pitcher gives a club 25 irer cent, more confidence may be logical, but as Bezdek said. “It’s a tough proposition to ask one pitcher to keep a club in the race, and any manager who follows this course is traveling on a narrow path.” Like many more problems in baseball, this one was made for discussion.

SPEAKER STRONG FOR FLYING

When Season Is Over Cleveland Center Fieldfr Is Going Into Service as Aviator.

Tris Speaker is so strong for flying that he says when the present baseball season is over he is going back into the service as a naval aviator and bid good-by to baseball. He was assured when released from the service following the armistice, he says, that he can take up his work as a navy flyer where he left off.

RUEL IS PROMISING CATCHER

Young Backstop of New York Americans Is Quick Both Behind Bat and on the Bases. Harold Ruel of the New York Americans appears to be one of the most promising young catchers who has come into the game since Ray of * the Chicago White Sox. He Is very quick both behind the bat and on the bases and is by no means a weak baiter