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Loyalty ' ° a Agister John, a boy of twelve, was sitting on the doorstep with a frown on his face. Here he was, left all alone with the exception of his dog Jumbo. The cause of this scowl was because his friends had gone on a hike and left him alone. He kicked Jumbo, and the dog let out a howl of pain. Out of the window he heard a familiar voice calling him. What did his mother want anyway? Running down the driveway and turning into the road, he was followed unheard and unseen by Jumbo. Well, at least he had escaped running on an errand. Then he had an inspiration. He would go swimming! He would teach his friends. It was a warm spring day too. It was so far to walk to Out- line Pool that he thought it did not matter to " hook " a ride. Jumping on the back bumper of the next car, he went whizzing along the road. Sud- denly the car went over a big bump. John was thrown off the car to the side of the road where he hit his head on a huge rock and lay there un- conscious. Jumbo, who had continued following John, ran up to him. He licked the bump on his head and dragged him to a grassy spot. Just then a car went by, and Jumbo, seeing that barking did no good, ran his fastest, getting ahead of the car. Then stepping out in the middle of the road, he made the car stop. A man got out, and to Jumbo ' s delight he saw it was Dr. Horte. Taking the man by the pants ' leg, he forced him to go to John. The doctor examined his head and lifted him into his car. Quickly driving to John ' s house, he rang the doorbell. John ' s mother answered the bell, and he was put to bed. The doctor said that death had been possible if he had come a minute later. You can imagine how John treated his dog when he was well again. Barbara Bush. Tommy Wililile Wolilile JpOMMY arrived at her new domain during September. Lulu Wibble Wobble accompanied her but died shortly after. Tommy was so named because she was thought to be a man duck. A little while later Tommy ' s owner moved, taking the duck with her. Tommy spent all her time in the back yard eating bugs and worms, enjoying herself immensely. One day Mrs. Morgan went out into the back yard. Seeing that Tommy was quite upset, she went over to the bush that Tommy had claimed as her own. Here she found eleven eggs in a nest of down. It was then that the owner realized that she had misnamed the duck, but it was too late to change the name for Tommy would not come when called by any other name. Since then she has laid about thirty eggs and is quite a pet. She has gotten into the habit of coming up on the back steps and knock- ing at the door by hitting it with her bill as if to say, " May I come in? " Janice Morg an.
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" We were flying along when we hit an air pocket. The next instant there was an explosion, probably due to an overheated gas tank. The plane pancaked down, and Baker and I were safe. I was lucky not to be killed as I was near the front. " " Could I quote you as saying you saw nothing to suggest a planned accident? " " I believe so, but why do you ask? " " The authorities have thought that perhaps the co-pilot ' s jealousy of the pilot caused trouble, " said Starling. Towers ' face brightened and he asked, " Is that all, gentlemen? " " No, there ' s another thing I want to ask. Did you notice anything that could have shaken the co-pilot just before the flight? " " Why, no! In fact I didn ' t see him. " " Here, take a drink of water! " cried Starling, as Towers looked very ill. " Roberts and I examined the engine. We observed that one piston looked like metal fused by liquid air, but I needn ' t tell you this, since you used liquid air for your own murderous ends! " Towers started out of bed, but Starling quickly handcuffed him. He looked so violently ill I asked, " Shall I call a nurse? " " No, Roberts, call a policeman. " On the way home, my curiosity got the better of me. " How in the world did you unravel that problem, Starling? " I asked. " I first decided that it was a murder when I saw the explosion had been from inside the engine. Then I saw that only liquid air could have made the explosion. As I told you before, the only way for the liquid air to get into the engine was with the gasoline. I checked the feed lines and found parts of a bottle used for handling liquid air in the gas tank in the wing. This checked with Mr. Baker ' s story. I was searching for the intended victim when I noticed that both Mr. Martin, the co-pilot, and Towers had flown in the war. I inquired and found that Towers and Martin had been in the same unit in France. On further inquiry, I learned that Towers and an officer were flying in a bomber protected by Martin in a pursuit plane. Then the officer was killed by the Germans. I took a guess that Towers had killed the officer, Martin being the only witness. Martin ' s agitation on seeing Towers at the airport proved that to me. From all, I deducted that Towers knew Martin was flying on this route. His conscience probably had been torturing him so he hit upon this scheme to kill Martin and himself at the same time. He obtained some liquid air, put this into a bottle, and put the bottle into the gas tank. When the plane hit the air pocket, the bottle broke against the side of the tank. The liquid air flowed into the motor, exploding in the first cylinder it reached. Luckily all the passengers were not killed, and the newspaper man decided to start life with a clean slate now that the one man who could witness against him was dead. He probably would have done so, if two meddling persons had not started an investigation. Charles Bell.
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9 A Treasure Hunt " PJey, Tom! " called Ted. " What ' s the matter? " asked Tom. " Look! Our frog is dead. " " Gee, what happened to it? " " I think it was run over by a car, " replied Ted. " Poor old Greenback. Well, let ' s get a box and bury him. " " That is a good idea, but where shall we get a box? " " Perhaps Mother has one. You hold the frog, and I ' ll go and ask her, " said Ted. Ted went into the house and found his mother in the kitchen. " Mother, have you a small, tin box that we can have? " asked Ted. " I think so, Ted, but what do you want it for? " " Our frog just died, and we want to bury him. " " Where do you intend to bury him, son? " asked his mother. " In the back yard, I suppose, " answered Ted. " Oh, no, you ' re not, " warned his mother. " You take him out to the woods along the lake and bury him there. " " O. K., Mom., " replied Ted as she gave him a small, tin box. That afternoon the two boys went out into the woods and buried the frog in a well hidden spot at the roots of an old tree. When they had covered the little grave with vines and leaves, they placed a large stone on top of it and put a small X in chalk on the stone to mark the spot. They walked slowly back home. On the way Tom remarked, " What if we forget where he is buried? Don ' t you think we should have a map? " To this Ted readily agreed and a map was made which looked when finished very much like a pirate ' s map. This turned out to be wasted effort for the map was soon lost, and even Greenback was forgotten. About four weeks later Joe Brent, who lived next door, came rush- ing over to tell Tom and Ted that he knew where some hidden treasure was buried and he was going to let them in on the secret on one condi- tion, a promise to be taken to the spot blindfolded. " What is the big idea? " asked Ted. " Well, you can help me dig, " replied Joe, " but the chest may be too big to bring back, and it ' s just as well you don ' t know too much about it. " " Oh, all right, " agreed Ted. " When do we start? " " Tonight, " replied Joe. " But why dig for it at night? " asked Tom. " Well, who ever heard of anyone ' s digging for buried treasure in the daytime? " exclaimed Joe. " O. K., Joe, " agreed Tom. " We ' ll meet you by your front gate at midnight. " That night the boys met by the front gate as planned. Ted and Tom were blindfolded and led along by Joe over road and path out into the woods. Several times Joe stopped and flashed his light on a small map he was carrying, and then the march proceeded. Suddenly a mysterious noise
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