The Monticellonian., 1915-11-25

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 Del Mar turned and ran down the hill again with us after him, full cry While we had been waiting, some Of the soldiers had deployed down the hill and now hearing our shouts, turned, and came up again.
 Beside his engine, we could see an 1 engineer chopping wood. He paused now in his chopping and was gazing out over the bay. Suddenly he had 1 seen something out in the water that l had attracted his attention and was l staring at it. There it moved, noth- i ing less than a half-submerged sub marine.
 As the engineer gazed off at it, Del 1 Mar came up, unseen behind him and | stood there, also watching the sub marine, fascinated.
 Just then behind him Del Mar heard us pursuing. He looked about as we ran toward him and saw that we had | formed a wide circle, with the men down the hill, that almost completely surrounded him. There was no chance for escape. It was hopeless. But it was not Del Mars nature to | give up. He gave one last glance about. There was the trolley car that had been converted into a cable way. It offered just one chance in thou sand. Suddenly his face assumed an air of desperate determination. He sprang toward the engineer and grappled with him, seeking to wrest the ax from his hand. Every second counted. Our circle was now narrow ing down and closing in on him.
 Del Mar managed to knock out the engineer, taken by surprise, just as our men fired volley. In the strug- gle, Del Mar was unharmed. Instead he just managed to get the ax.
 An instant later leap landed him on the cable car With a blow of the aX he cut the cable. The car began to move slowly down the hill on the grade.
 Some of the men were down below in it's path But the onrushing cable car was too much for them They could only leap aside to save them selves.
 On down the incline, gathering mo- mentum every second, the car dashed, Del Mar swaying crazily but keeping his footing. We followed as fast as we could, but it was useless.
 Out on the wharf it sped at a ter rife pace. At the end it literally cat apulted itself into the water, crash ing from the end of the pier AS it did so, Del Mar gave a flying leap out into the harbor struck the water with clean dive and disappeared.
 On down the hill we hurried. There in the water was Del Mar swimming rapidly. Almost before he knew it, we saw him raise his hand and signal, shouting.
 There only few yards away was the periscope of a submarine. As we watched, We could see that it had seen him, had turned in his direction. Would they get him?
 We watched, fascinated. Some of our men fired. as accurately as they could at a figure bobbing so uncertain ly on the water.
 Meanwhile the submarine ap- preached closer and rose bit so that the hatchway cleared the waves. It opened. One of the foreign agents assisted Del Mar in.
 He had escaped at last!
 
 It was most heartbreaking to have had Del Mar so nearly in our grasp and then to have lost him. We looked from one to another, in despair.
 Only Arnold, in his disguise as hermit, seemed undiscouraged. Sud- denly he turned to Woodward.
 What time is it?" he asked eagerly.
 "A little past noon."
 The Kennedy wireless torpedo." he exclaimed. Tt arrived today. Burn side is trying it out" Suddenly there flashed over me the recollection of the marvellous invention that Kennedy had made for the gov ernment just before his disappearance, as we'll as the memory of the experi- ences I had had once with the in trepid Burnside.
 Woodward's face showed a ray of interest and hope in the overwhelming gloom that had settled on us all.
 You and Jameson go to Fort Dale, quick" directed Arnold eagerly. I'm not fit Get Burnside. Have him bring the torpedo in the air boat"
 We needed no further urging. It was slender chance. But re- fected that the submarine could not run through the bay totally sub merged. It must have it's periseope in view We hurried away, leaving Arnold. who slowly mounted the hill again.
 How we did 1t, l don't know, but we managed to get to the fort in rec ord time. There, near the aeroplane hangar, sure enough, was Burnside with some other men adjusting the first real wireless Kennedy torpedo, the last word in scientific warfare, making an aerial torpedo boat
 We ran up to the hangar calling to Burnside excitedly. It was only moment later that he began to issue orders in his sharp staccato. His men swarmed forward and took the tor pedo from the spot where they had been examining it, adjusting it now beneath the hydro-aeroplane.
 Jameson, you come with me-" he asked You went before"
 We rose quickly from the surface and planed along out over the harbor. Far off we could see the ripple from the periscope of the submarine that