dangers, and that possibly Bradley still lives, and some of his

party! I can't help hoping all the time that Bowen and the girl

have found the others; the last Bowen knew of them, there were six

left, all told--the mate Bradley, the engineer Olson, and Wilson,

Whitely, Brady and Sinclair. There might be some hope for them

if they could join forces; but separated, I'm afraid they couldn't

last long."

"If only they hadn't let the German prisoners capture the U-33!

Bowen should have had better judgment than to have trusted them at

all. The chances are von Schoenvorts succeeded in getting safely

back to Kiel and is strutting around with an Iron Cross this very

minute. With a large supply of oil from the wells they discovered

in Caspak, with plenty of water and ample provisions, there is

no reason why they couldn't have negotiated the submerged tunnel

beneath the barrier cliffs and made good their escape."

"I don't like 'em," said the assistant secretary; "but sometimes

you got to hand it to 'em."

"Yes," I growled, "and there's nothing I'd enjoy more than _handing

it to them!_" And then the telephone-bell rang.

The assistant secretary answered, and as I watched him, I saw his

jaw drop and his face go white. "My God!" he exclaimed as he hung

up the receiver as one in a trance. "It can't be!"

"What?" I asked.

"Mr. Tyler is dead," he answered in a dull voice. "He died at sea,

suddenly, yesterday."

The next ten days were occupied in burying Mr. Bowen J. Tyler, Sr.,

and arranging plans for the succor of his son. Mr. Tom Billings,

the late Mr. Tyler's secretary, did it all. He is force, energy,

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