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Page 11
"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. They are
all mixed up somehow, you'll find. All right, we find that
formula, because we got to do it for our country; and what do
they do to us? What does Mr. Leffingwell do to us?" Porky's
voice rose to a wail. "What does he do?" he asked again. "He
goes and sticks an education on us! A college education!"
"Is Mr. Leffingwell going to pick our college?" asked Beany.
"You bet he won't pick mine!" said Porky, loftily. "Cause there
ain't goin' to be no such animal!"
"Well, I dunno," mused the other twin. "We got to find that
formula. See, the more people we tell, the more it gums the
works. It sounds cheeky, but we work better alone: me and you.
Le's go look around while we think. I can think better when I'm
lookin I at things.
"Me too," said Porky.
They drifted over to the bandstand where the crowd was thickest
and the noise loudest and, wriggling through the press, approached
an ice cream stand. To reach the counter, Porky stooped and
jammed his thin figure between two men.
They paid no attention to him.
"Where is the Wolf?" asked one.
"Riding with the Colonel's daughter," the other laughed. "Trust
the Wolf!"
"As far as you can see him," said the other. "I have news," said
the shorter man. "Meet me in the flower-house to-night at eight
o'clock sharp."
Porky was afraid to look up for fear they would take notice of
him. He drummed on the counter, and called loudly for a cone.
The men moved away. Porky looked cautiously after them. For a
second, he thought of telling his brother to follow them, but
remembered in time that they looked exactly alike. He moved over
beside Beany, who was biting scallops off the edges of his cone:
he had not heard.
"Come here!" Porky said briefly. He handed his cone to a small
child and walked rapidly past the Hospital, around the drive
leading to the beautiful new horse stables and, cutting across
the race-track, threw himself down in the center of the grassy
ring where the saddle horses were shown. For acres around
stretched open space.
Beany, used to his brother, lay flat in the grass and tipped his
hat over his tanned face.
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