Isn't that too dreadful? I wish I knew
where that paper is, I'd like to be the one to get it."
"Would you, Miss Carol?" asked Captain DuChassis. He smiled and
tapped his swagger stick lightly on his boot top. "Perhaps you
are near it now.
"No such luck! she sighed.
"There will be luck for some one in it perhaps," said the
Colonel. "Mr. Leffingwell has just offered a splendid prize to
any Boy Scout who finds the formula. He offers an education to
the lucky lad. Two years of prep school, and four years of
college."
"He is a what you call it safety-first man, is he not?" laughed
the Captain. "Is he pro-German? It looks it, setting such a
task for children." He turned to the young lady. "Shall we
mount? Here are the horses."
After the Colonel had watched them canter away, he turned once
more to speak to the boys. They were gone. Sadly they had faded
away around the corner, and drifted over to the cow stables,
where they sat miserably down on a bale of hay.
"What we goin' to do?" asked Beany miserably. "That's the
limit!" agreed Porky. "Here we got it all planned. We got to
find that formula, nobody else has the chance we have, and now
we've spotted one of our men. We will find that formula when we
pull in the bunch that tried to shoot Colonel Handler.
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