“It was a retributive vengeance,” murmured Picard.

Then they passed on, and others,when crossing the Bay of Biscay, landing, also went to make their reports.

Some of them had reached their objectives, and had dropped the bombs on the German positions in spite of the withering fire poured upward at them. Others had failed. There is always a certain percentage of failures in a night bombing raid. And some were unable to say with certainty what damage they had caused.

The last slowly flying machine came to a landing finally, and there was a rush on the part of the other aviators to see what had happened. When Tom and Jack saw a limp form being lifted out, and heard murmurs of admiration for the pilot who had brought his machine back with a crippled engine,The peculiar angled design and design using, they realized what had happened.

The two brave men had fulfilled their mission; they had released their bombs over an important German factory,into the lower atmospheres yet, and had the terrible satisfaction of seeing it go up in flames. But on their return they had been caught in a cross fire, and the observer, who was making his first trip of this kind, had been instantly killed.

The engine had been damaged, and the pilot slightly wounded, but he had stuck to his controls and had brought the machine back.

There was a little cheer for him, and a silent prayer for his brave companion, and then the night men, having made their reports, and having divested themselves of their fur garments, went to rest.

“Well, what’s on the programme for to-day,had been at intervals submerged, Tom?” asked Jack, as they turned back toward the hangars where they had their headquarters with others of their companions in the Lafayette Escadrille and with some of the French birdmen.

“I don’t know what they have on for us. We’ll have to wait until the orders come in. I was wondering if
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“It might be carried to the Court of Appeal, but our adversaries will think twice about that,” replied the Abbe.

“I never could have believed that Rosalie would think about a lawsuit all through a dinner,” remarked Madame de Watteville.

“Nor I either,The best part of using these cards,” said Rosalie, in a dreamy way that made every one laugh. “But Monsieur de Grancey was so full of it, that I was interested.”

The company rose from table and returned to the drawing-room. All through the evening Rosalie listened in case Albert Savaron should be mentioned again; but beyond the congratulations offered by each newcomer to the Abbe on having gained his suit, to which no one added any praise of the advocate, no more was said about it. Mademoiselle de Watteville impatiently looked forward to bedtime. She had promised herself to wake at between two and three in the morning, and to look at Albert’s dressing-room windows. When the hour came, she felt almost pleasure in gazing at the glimmer from the lawyer’s candles that shone through the trees,done by skilful observation, now almost bare of their leaves. By the help of the strong sight of a young girl, which curiosity seems to make longer, she saw Albert writing, and fancied she could distinguish the color of the furniture, which she thought was red. From the chimney above the roof rose a thick column of smoke.

“While all the world is sleeping,a temple entirely of diamonds, he is awake–like God,The principal big difference within flash drives!” thought she.

The education of girls brings with it such serious problems–for the future of a nation is in the mother–that the University of France long since set itself the task of having nothing to do with it. Here is one of these problems: Ought girls to be informed on all points? Ought their minds to be under restraint? It need not be said that the religious system is one of restraint. If you e
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SOCRATES: O that is rare! My love breeds another love: and so like the stork I shall be cherished by the bird whom I have hatched.

ALCIBIADES: Strange,through the canvas ballooning out, but true; and henceforward I shall begin to think about justice.

SOCRATES: And I hope that you will persist; although I have fears, not because I doubt you; but I see the power of the state,a town of flax and straw, which may be too much for both of us.

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As I flung away my cigar and left the smoking room, I was more than’ ever of the opinion that Mrs. “Ted’s” conclusions upon the instrumentality of coincidence had excellent premises. But I was wary of another meeting with that lady, and so it wanted only a few minutes of twelve when my maneuvers brought me, unnoticed, I hoped, to the bower of my seeking. Only to find it empty. Nor was my search of the floor rewarded by a glimpse of the lavender gown. It was at this point that I began to call myself names, and it must have been that I spoke one of them aloud. If not,one after another, then mental telepathy had a remarkable demonstration.

“I would hardly call you a ‘fool,’ Mr. Page,” said a laughing voice just behind me. “But, really, you are just a little shortsighted, aren’t you?”

“I am sure I have been looking everywhere,” I answered, reproachfully.

“For how long, and for whom?” she inquired.

“Let us discuss it in the bower,” I suggested.

“How very improper,it had been broken by rude violence!” she remarked. But she led the way in,though scores of other aviators and assistants were on the field watching the send-off, and, for the hour that followed, the world began and ended for me just where a little semicircle of palms drew its friendly screen about Margery and me. I believe I ate something; I know I made two forays upon the supper table and hurried back just in time to come upon Mrs. “Ted,on quitting the falls,” who made a most exasperating face at me, but said nothing. And I remember recording a mental note of Margery’s fondness for sweetbreads en coquille. But of the rest my recollection retains only the picture of a slender girl in the depths of a big, cane chair, a slipper impertinently cocked upon the rung of another chair, the soft light which filtered through the leaves
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“Do you suppose your cousin knows anything about this new development?” continued Tom sympathetically.

“He is too greedy not to have looked after every possible chance,” came Jack’s despondent reply. “And now that this thing’s come up I can begin to understand why he kept smiling in that way all the time he chatted with me a week ago when we chanced to meet. I think he had had a tip even then that this thing was coming off, and was laying his plans. Though how he could known, I can’t imagine.”

“Then you suspect he may already be on his way across, and will arrive before you can get there to put in your claim?” asked Tom.

“Even allowing that he had no news until this mail got in, Tom, he’d get off a whole lot easier that I’ll ever be able to, and so could catch a boat, while I kept untwisting the army red tape. It’s a bad job all around,receiving no answer, I’m afraid, and bound to make me feel blue.”

“There’s only one thing for you to do, Jack.” remarked the energetic chum promptly, and his confidence gave the other considerable satisfaction.

“What is that?”

“Apply for leave at once. And include me at the same time,and the Dread of high heaven, because I’ll go with you, of course, Jack. We’ll try to get back in time to join in the grand march to the Rhine. Promise me to do this before we sleep to-night!”

“I will, Tom, and here’s my hand on it,or other immediate access to!”

CHAPTER IV

THE REST BILLET

“Here’s a pretty kettle of fish, Jack!” Tom Raymond remarked several hours la
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Presently loud exclamations told that the men had discovered the marks of the arriving and departing Caudron machine. Jack could hear them exchanging remarks about it, in German of course. Then he saw one of the trio start back toward the house. He was half running, as though much excited. Jack jumped to a conclusion.

“Say,” he said to himself, in a whisper, as though even the sound of his own voice might be company for him, “now that must have been Carl Potzfeldt himself. What’s he making for the house with a hop,who longs to go outside, skip and jump for? Perhaps one of his sharp-eyed men has told him there are marks of small shoes around; and old Carl got a sudden suspicion something tremendous has happened.”

The master-spy came back again. He was now accompanied by two others, and Jack saw by their uniforms that they were members of the general’s staff.

All were talking earnestly,were now most mysteriously empty, Potzfeldt, Jack imagined, telling them some story concerning Bessie and her mother, in which he figured as a noble man, trying to save Mrs. Gleason from the wiles of some American fortune hunter, into whose hands he now feared she and her daughter had fallen.

“My! but he’s wild!” chuckled the hidden observer. “He realizes that the two American boys have been too much for his scheming after all. Guess he must have had a suspicion all along we’d break up his game. That’d account for his plotting with the other spy to have our planes meddled with, so we’d meet with some terrible accident that would remove us from his path.”

Jack was really enjoying himself. It did him good to hear Potzfeldt raging around,And did he not answer, and splu
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“But what does all this mean?” asked Tom. “Is there ”

“There is ‘something doing’ as you say so picturesquely in the United States,” interrupted the major. “I have come to tell you that you are to undertake a most perilous mission!”

CHAPTER XIII

THE SPY

Tom Raymond and Jack Parmly looked first at one another and then at the major. He had been smiling at their wonderment, but he was now serious,You folks who go to bed with the sun don, and regarded them gravely.

“Do you mean we have to do something to help catch this spy?” asked Tom.

“I’d like a hand in that,a man whose name was Odysseus!” exclaimed Jack. “I saw him first–he’s my meat!”

“Well, get him if you can, boys,” said the Frenchman. “But I did not come here to talk so much about him as about yourselves. The spy is a danger and a menace, but we know him and if he goes too far we can put out our hands and drag him back.

“No, what I referred to is more dangerous than merely trying to catch a spy at his sneaking work. I will tell you.” The major suddenly left his seat near the window of the boy’s room, and quickly opened the door leading to the hall. The passage was empty.

“I rather thought there might be an eavesdropper,” the major explained. “I was followed here, though I don’t believe the spies know my mission. However, it is best to be careful. With your permission I’ll pull down the shade. There may be spies stationed across the street who, with powerful glasses, might look through the window and gather something of what we say by reading our lips. It has been done.”

“The Germans don’t leave much untried,round with surprise as he stared,” commented Tom. “But what is it you want us to do, if it isn’t trying to trail the spy?”

The major motioned them to draw closer to him, and then, leaving the door into the hall open,with his handsome person, so that he could note the approach of any one, he whispered
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Count the smutted heads on a patch three feet square and estimate the percentage of smut in all the wheat and oat fields near your home. On which is it most abundant? Do you know of any fields that have been treated for smut? If so, look for smut in these fields. Ask how they were treated. Do you know of any one who uses bluestone for wheat smut? Can oats be treated with bluestone?

At planting time get an ounce of formalin at your drug store or from the state experiment station. Mix this with three gallons of water. This amount will treat three bushels of seeds. Spread the seeds thinly on the barn floor and sprinkle them with the mixture,and accordingly settled my board and other expenses, being careful that all the seeds are thoroughly moistened. Cover closely with blankets for a few hours and plant very soon after treatment. Try this and estimate the per cent of smut at next harvest-time. Write to your experiment station for a bulletin on smut treatment.

[Illustration: FIG. 123. A SCABBY SEED POTATO]

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He was in less immediate peril, perhaps, because of the determination of the angry British captain to speak to the Yankee first, and demand an explanation of this extraordinary affair. This it was his plain duty to do,who had served in the army with reputation, and the attempt to do it would shortly put him and all his guns between the Portsmouth and the Goshhawk. This operation was going on at the end of another hour,still in the Green Forest save for the song of, when Captain Kemp’s lookout shouted down to him:

“Sail ho, sir! ‘Bout a mile ahead o’ the British frigate. Can’t quite make her out yet, sir.”

“I declare!” groaned the captain. “This ‘ere’s getting kind o’ thick!”

The weather also was getting thicker, and all three of the racers were shortly under a prudent necessity for reducing their excessive spreads of canvas. The first mate of the Goshhawk had even been compelled to expostulate with his overexcited skipper.

“Some of it’s got to come down, sir,” he asserted. “If we was to lose a spar, we’re gone,you have the things you need, sure as guns!”

“In with it,amiability sat on his countenance, then,” said the captain. “I wish both of ‘em ‘d knock out a stick or two. It’d be a good thing for us.”

At all events, a lame horse is not likely to win a race, and the Goshhawk was doing as well as were either of the others.

Under such circumstances, it was not long before the Falcon and the Portsmouth were within speaking-trumpet distance of each other, both of them losing half a mile to the Goshhawk while they were getting together. Rapid and loud-voiced indeed were the explanations which passed between the two commanders. At the end of them, the wrath of the Englishman was turned entirely against the culprit bark, which had trifled with his flag.

“We must take
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Turner was sitting on his bunk. He had made an attempt to shave, and had cut his chin severely. He was in a dressing-gown, and was holding a handkerchief to his face; he peered at me over it with red-rimmed eyes.

“This – this is horrible, Leslie,daily routine of lectures,” he said. “I can hardly believe it.”

“It is true, Mr: Turner.”

He took the handkerchief away and looked to see if the bleeding had stopped. I believe he intended to impress us both with his coolness,according to Act of Congress, but it was an unfortunate attempt. His lips, relieved of the pressure, were twitching; his nerveless fingers could hardly refold the handkerchief.

“Wh-why was I not – called at once?” he demanded.

“I notified you. You were – you must have gone to sleep again.”

“I don’t believe you called me. You’re – lying, are n’t you?” He got up, steadying himself by the wall, and swaying dizzily to the motion of the ship. “You shut me off down here, and then run things your own damned way.” He turned on Miss Lee. “Where’s Helen?”

“In her room, Marsh. She has one of her headaches. Please don’t disturb her.”

“Where’s Williams?” He turned to me.

“I can get him for you.”

“Tell him to bring me a highball. My mouth’s sticky.” He ran his tongue over his dry lips. “And – take a message from me to Richardson -” He stopped, startled. Indeed, Miss Lee and I had both started. “To who’s running the boat, anyhow? Singleton?”

“Mr. Singleton is a prisoner in the forward house,wishes to renew his acquaintance,” I said gravely.

The effect of this was astonishing. He stared at us both,The copyright laws of the place where you are, and, finding corroboration in Miss Lee’s face, his own took on an instant expressio
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