Boy Scouts in the North Sea; Or, The Mystery of a Sub

by G. Harvey Ralphson

  BOY SCOUTS IN THE NORTH SEA

  Or

  "The Mystery of a Sub"

  by

  G. HARVEY RALPHSON

  The young divers went below and attached theirchains to sunken U-13.]

  Made in U. S. A

  M. A. Donohue & CompanyChicago :: New York

  Copyright, 1915,ByM. A. Donohue & Co., Chicago

  Made in U. S. A.

  CONTENTS

  CHAPTER PAGE I A Package Vanishes 7 II Difficulties And Dangers 18 III The Man With The Scar 30 IV the Lena Knobloch 42 V Two Mysterious Changes 54 VI A Difficult Departure 65 VII A Warning From The Sea 76 VIII More About The "U-13" 87 IX A Strange Visit 98 X Shipwreck And Rescue 109 XI A Fleet Of Submarines 120 XII A New "U-13" Appears 131 XIII A Threatening Situation 142 XIV Helped By An Enemy 153 XV Mistaken Identity 165 XVI A Strange Discovery 176 XVII Alone And Helpless 187 XVIII Help From A Stranger 198 XIX Mackinder Again 209 XX A Mysterious Craft 221 XXI A Mystery Explained 232 XXII More Mystery 240 XXIII The Mystery Of The "U-13" 246

  BOY SCOUTS IN THE NORTH SEA;or,"THE MYSTERY OF A SUB"

  CHAPTER I

  A PACKAGE VANISHES

  "Good night!" exclaimed a lad of about eighteen peering from the windowin a railway coach. "This train's running on a regular lake!"

  "What's that, Jimmie?" asked a companion approaching the first speaker."Are we on a ferry? I still feel the wheels hit the rail joints."

  "Oh, yes, now and again we crawl along a rail's length or two," admittedthe boy, "but it's mighty slow work! I'm getting tired!"

  "What place is this, anyway?" inquired a third boy coming to the window."It looks as if we're going out into the ocean!"

  "We can't be headed for Holland at this rate!"

  "We surely are!" assured the one addressed as Jimmie. "I'll bet I cantell you what that is! The Belgians cut their dikes and flooded thecountry to drive out the Germans. My dream book says that's it!"

  A general laugh greeted this assertion. Moving about in the limits of thenone too commodious compartment of a European railway carriage four boysdressed in the well-known khaki uniforms of the Boy Scouts of Americaendeavored to observe the scenery through the windows.

  To those of our readers who have followed the adventures of this group ofboys as related in the previous volumes of this series no introduction isnecessary. However, for the benefit of those who have not been sofortunate, a word of explanation may not be out of place at this time.The lads had very recently been engaged in a man hunt that led throughparts of France and Belgium. They had visited the trenches of both theFrench and German forces and had several times faced death.

  Just now they were practically prisoners, having been accorded passagefrom the German lines to a neutral port in Holland, where they expectedto take ship for their home town of New York.

  Ned Nestor, a fine, manly lad, was the Leader of the Wolf Patrol of NewYork City, Boy Scouts of America. He had been often selected fordifficult work by the Chief of the United States Secret Service becauseof his aptitude for the work. His coolness and sound judgment had carriedhimself and his companions through many difficulties. It was a mission ofthis character upon which the boys had recently engaged and from whichthey were now returning.

  Jimmie McGraw, freckle-faced and red-headed, was a member of the WolfPatrol of which Ned was leader. He was an ardent adherent of Ned's.Brought up a newsboy on the Bowery of New York the boy had come under theobservation of the older lad, who had found him indeed worthy of all thecare which had been bestowed.

  Jack Bosworth, the son of a prominent corporation attorney, and HarryStevens, whose father was a well-known automobile manufacturer, were theother members of the group. These latter two were members of the BlackBear Patrol of New York. All the lads appeared to be about eighteen yearsold. Their tidy uniforms, their well-knit frames and their alertattitudes bespoke the constant training of their leader.

  As they looked from the windows of the car in which they now foundthemselves they discovered that the situation was even as Jimmie hadstated. The country was flooded with water released from the dikes.

  "Tell you what," declared Jack Bosworth, after a prolonged inspection ofthe landscape, if it may be so called, "this is some wet!"

  "You win the argument," announced Jimmie, wrinkling his freckled nose athis companion. "I always said you were the wise little fox!"

  Jack's answer to this pleasantry was an attempt to box the younger lad'sears. Jimmie's resentment of the procedure drew the others into afriendly scuffle that terminated only when the contestants paused forbreath.

  "I wish they'd hurry up and let us get onto dry land again!" said Jimmie,when he next found himself able to draw a long breath.

  "You won't find much dry land when it rains like it's going to rightnow!" stated Harry, pointing out of the window. "Watch it come down!"

  "I hope they don't get to the border while it rains like this," answeredNed, with an involuntary shiver. "I don't fancy standing out in such adrizzle as this appears to be. We'd be wet through in no time!"

  "Why, do they make us get out?" queried Harry.

  "Yes, I understand from what the officer said back there at the oldcastle that we'll be searched body, boots and baggage."

  "And what if they find something they don't like?"

  "Perhaps they'll put us in jail for a few months or until the war hasceased," replied Ned. "I'm sure I don't know what they'll do."

  "Br-r-rh!" shivered Jimmie. "I wouldn't turn our old friend The Rat outinto a rain like this! That would be cruelty to animals!"

  "Small chance anyone'll have to turn him out now!" spoke up Jack. "Thatdynamite fixed him so he won't be turned out for some time!"

  "Don't speak of it, boys," protested Ned. "I see him yet!"

  "Let's change the subject," proposed Jimmie, out of consideration for hischum's feelings. "I think I see some land. Can we be coming to the borderI wonder? I hope we are and that we can soon be starting home!"

  "Train's slackening speed," announced Harry. "They're stopping!"

  It was even as the boy had said. With many a bump and groan of grindingbrakes the train crawled to a standstill beside a hut built upon a riseof ground. Here was stationed a force of soldiers detailed to the work ofsearching and examining all who attempted to pass from Belgium toHolland. Those who were not certified as refugees or in other ways vestedwith proper authority to pass were promptly rejected and turned back.

  A guard came running along the foot board opening doors. He shoutedinstructions to the inmates of the carriages, who promptly beganscrambling out of the uncomfortable cars. All baggage was placed alongthe track to facilitate examination. The train itself was searched.

  Gesticulating and conversing rapidly two soldiers approached the littlegroup of Boy Scouts. Apparently an argument of some sort was in progress,but the boys could not determine the nature of it.

  One of the men pointed to the uniforms and to the medals upon the sleevesof the boys' jackets. Gradually his companion seemed to be convinced bythe flow of words. At length he nodded his head, as if surrendering hislast doubts. The two men fell to examining the luggage.

  "Go as far as you like, Old Scout!" scorned Jimmie, as he observed therough manner in which his belongings were being tossed about. "I'll betI'd punch your dome a little, though, if you could talk English!"

 
"Ah, ha!" cried one of the soldiers, tapping his comrade on the shoulder,as if his argument had been conclusively supported. "Anglaise!"

  A torrent of words from the other seemed to meet a receptive ear. Thefirst speaker nodded energetically. His satisfaction was all too evident.From his appearance he was expecting nothing short of a medal.

  "Judging from their motions," Jimmie remarked, "these two fellows areabout to fight a duel. I'll bet on the shorter one!"

  "Not much!" declared Harry. "They're merely telling one another what anice day it was yesterday and how fine the weather'll be when it clearsup. They are using the sign language, that's all!"

  "Don't you kid yourself!" protested Jimmie, uneasily. "I smell Old ManTrouble coming around the corner right now!"

  "Go on, Jimmie!" scorned Jack. "You're dreaming again!"

  "I know I am!" replied the younger lad. "Last night I dreamed of eatingsalt mackerel and my dream book says that means trouble!"

  "Here they come now!" cautioned Ned. "Hush a minute, boys!"

  Addressing the boys in German the soldier was evidently asking somequestion which demanded an answer. Ned as spokesman shook his head. Theother soldier spoke rapidly in the French language.

  "Excuse me, gentlemen," Ned said, lifting a protesting hand, "we cannotunderstand the language you are using. We speak only English!"

  "Ah, ha! Anglaise!" cried the soldier, gesticulating.

  "There, you put your foot in it!" declared Jimmie. "Why didn't you say:'Come across with some good old United States, Bo'?"

  "They probably don't understand your slang, Jimmie!" replied Ned.

  "So-o-o," exclaimed one of the men in poor English, "you speak English,do you? And from what part of England do you come?"

  "We are not from England at all," explained Ned, "but from the UnitedStates. We are being sent home by the kindness of a German officer, whohas been most considerate. See, here are our passports!"

  "Bah!" scornfully protested the man. "Passports are most easily forged.And information may be carried still more easily!"

  "But I assure you," continued Ned, "we are speaking the truth!"

  "So say all spies!" replied the other. "We shall see for ourselves justwhat information you have in your possessions!"

  "Go as far as you like," replied Ned, somewhat nettled at the soldier'sinsolence. "You won't find a thing that shouldn't be there!"

  One of the men was already bending over the bags containing such articlesas the boys had deemed necessary for their trip. Without regard for theowners' rights he was rapidly taking out every piece separately. Aftercarefully examining it he threw the article on the ground. He wasevidently annoyed at not finding something incriminating.

  Submitting to the search with poorly concealed dislike of the man and hismethods, the boys waited with what patience they could muster until theordeal should be ended. Ned endeavored to distract their thoughts bycommenting on the others, who were meeting similar treatment.

  He was interrupted by an exclamation of delight from the searcher.

  "Ah!" cried that worthy, standing upright. "Nothing contraband! Nothingto be concealed! No information! These are not spies!"

  He held in his hand a flat packet wrapped in heavy oiled silk, tied withmany wrappings of stout twine and sealed carefully with wax.

  "Gather your possessions quickly and follow me!" commanded the soldiertriumphantly, drawing a revolver. "We shall visit the commander!"

  "What is that thing and where did it come from?" questioned Ned.

  "Search me!" declared Jimmie, excitedly. "Maybe this gink had it up hislittle sleeve and dropped it in there at the right minute!"

  "He looks equal to it!" stated Jack stoutly. "He's a villain!"

  "Better be careful what you say!" cautioned Ned. "We are not out of thewoods, and these fellows understand English pretty well!"

  "I wish I had my automatic and about ten yards start!" stormed Jimmie,gathering up wearing apparel and jamming it into his kit. "I could beatthat slow-footed camel in a straightaway without half trying!"

  "Better wait and see it out," advised Ned, replacing his own belongings."It's only a mistake and can surely be explained."

  "Maybe we can be examined and go ahead on this same train," offered Jackconsolingly. "Anyhow, we won't gain anything by arguing with thesefellows. They have no sense of humor and don't want one!"

  Following their two captors the lads trudged down the track toward thehut. Carefully they picked their way between groups of genuine refugeesrearranging their meagre possessions in the coaches.

  In a short time the boys were duly presented before a gray-haired officerseated at a table placed against the wall of the hut. It was darker inthe room than out of doors. A single oil lamp served to dispel thegathering gloom of the early twilight.

  Reporting volubly in German, with many gesticulations, the soldierpresented the four boys. At the conclusion of his recital he laid theparcel upon the table. Drawing himself to his full height and assuming atragic air he surveyed his captives with complacency.

  "Look at that mark!" whispered Jimmie hoarsely. "What is it?"

  "It says 'U-13' as plainly as the freckles on your nose," replied Harry,who stood nearest the table. "I don't know what it means!"

  A challenge from the sentry at the door drew the attention of thosewithin the hut. For a moment every eye turned toward the entrance.

  Ever on the alert, Jimmie saw a hand thrust through the open window. Itseized the package and noiselessly disappeared.