Omaha daily bee. (Omaha [Neb.]) 187?-1922, 1916-07-06
The Secret t 4s Submarine
By E. Alexander Powell
Author iys
France" z. Alexander POWELL


turned and leaped. Down, down,
he went, straight as an arrow and
as gracefully, and as clearly as an
arrow he disappeared into the sea.
A long moment elapsed before Hope,
standing on the cliff above saw
sleek black head bob above the water
Satsuma, apparently none the worse
for his perilous dive, struck out Justify
for the shore. He had not gone far,
however, before a launch shot around
the headland and a man whom Hope
recognized, even at that distance as
Satsuma's companion, pulled the Jap
anese aboard,
As Hope was slowly making his
way back to the shack he met Fitz-
maurice.
THE fellow | was chasing got away
from me-" said the latter. HE had
a launch waiting for him in the cove.
What happened to the Japanese that
you were after' l thought heard
some shots"
"He got away too" said Hope. "He
tried to get me with an automatic.
but he wasn't a good shot. When
he saw that I had him cornered he
threw the books over the cliff and
then jumped over after them"
We'll, there's no use in crying over
spilled milk" Fitzmaurice remarked
consolingly. That was a mighty
tough pair Of citizens and I'm glad
that they've departed. | never
dreamed, when came over here
yesterday. that | was going to step
right into the middle of real blood
and-thunder drama like this. Why,
it beats the Old Cap Collier stories
that | used to read when | was a
youngster. The thing for us to do
now" he added. lis to go up to the
shack and get some food and take
it down TO Miss Burke. The poor
girl must be almost dead from hun
ger"
Having filled their pockets with the
small store of food which Fitzmaurice
had remaining, they were leaving the
shack when Morissey hailed them.
He explained that he had followed
the line Of the cliffs without seeing
anyone,
1t was drawing on toward noon
when they reached the cave where
they had left Cleo. From within it
came the sound of voices in animated
conversation. 49,
That's Cieo's voice." said Hope
in surprise, "but who on earth can
she be talking tor"
As though in answer to his query,
Cleo appeared at the entrance to the
cave. Behind her, his face wreathed
in smiles, was Hook
well, I'll be hangedw said Hope,
stopping dead with astonishment at
the sight of the one-armed sailor.
What on earth are you doing herel
Hook? thought we, had left you
in saloon in San Francisco. How
did you get herei"
II don't know 'zactly myself, loo
tenant" said Hook, trifle sheep
ishly. "Morissey hdre wuz tinkerin'
with his ingine and, seq to myself
it'll be half all hour before they're
ready to start, so I'll just step across
the street and get drink but when
! got back, lootenant, you wuz gone.
WAL | wuz a-standin there wonderin'
what I'd better do, when up comes
taxi and who should get out Of il
but tibet Teller Morton. He had a
girl with him-a sumner she WIZ,
too--and a little dark Teller who
looked's though he might be a fur
riner wonder what fhev're do;n'
round here1' SEE l to myself, and,
thinkin' that I'd overhear their con-
versation, ] steps behind q lumber
pile and l hears EN- ask the watch
man ef he knowed where they could
hire launch to go to the Farallons.
He told 'em there warn't no launch,
but he guessed tibet they could hire
the Sea Hawk. You member her,
lootenant, the big sixty-footer tibet
was tied up alongside Morissey's
launchl"