"How does everything go, daddy? Have you heard anything from
Elinor Pomeroy?" She turned, "Elinor is a school friend of
mine," she explained. "She is in dreadful trouble. Her brother
invented a gas that will absolutely whip Germany, and he was
attacked the very night that the gas was tried out, and
frightfully hurt, and the formula taken away from him. Of
course, it wouldn't matter if he could tell some one, but he
never will. I heard to-day that he is conscious now, but the
past is a perfect blank. 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