"Well, this is a puzzle to unravel!" muttered the astounded submarine
boy.
Yet, think and ponder as he would, it never occurred to him to see, in
his misfortune, the guiding hand of Fred Radwin!
CHAPTER VIII
ONE, TWO, THREE--A FULL BAG!
At the hot soda place even Jack Benson, fond as he was of such
decoctions, at last had his fill.
"Funny Eph hasn't brought the others here," muttered Jack.
"Pardon me, a moment," urged Radwin, rising. "I'll be back directly."
Radwin slipped out to the sidewalk, for he had seen a hovering figure at
the curb. However, Radwin kept on down the street, turning in at the
third doorway beyond. Now, the hovering figure sauntered past.
"We got the cub," whispered the prowler.
"Good!" whispered Radwin. "Then you're ready for the rest?"
"Huh! It'll be like sleeping on a haymow, if the other two are as easy
as that one was."
"All right, then! Be off, and see that you do your work well!"
With that Radwin walked briskly back and into the hot soda place.
"I'm ashamed to tell you what took me out," he laughed, easily.
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