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Updated: May 14, 2025
"If this war was going to be won by talk, like some fellows in Congress seem to think," Al Torrance once said, "Seven Knott wouldn't have a chance. But it is roughnecks just like him that man the boats and shoot the guns that are going to show Kaiser Bill where he gets off believe me!" Elmvale was a factory town not more than six miles above Seacove.
"Oh, I gave 'em an earful," Whistler agreed, and puckered his lips again. "Come on and get in," ordered Torry impatiently. "Pa's got to use the car this afternoon. But he says we can have it to run over to Elmvale in, if we want." "Where are Frenchy and Ikey?" Whistler broke off in his tune again to ask. "Going to wait for us down on High Street and Seven Knott, too."
For one thing, I have picked up a letter in his locker which is addressed to him, it is evident, but not by the name of Blake. It is written in German and I want it explained." "Oh, Mr. Santley!" cried Whistler, "I believe there is something wrong. He told that Captain Braun, of the Sarah Coville, that his work was finished here. He was only returning for a particular thing to Elmvale."
Morgan told him what he knew of the bewhiskered man called Blake; and also of the little water wheel that was whirling under the waterfall at the Elmvale Dam, although really, it did not seem to him as though that little invention could have a serious connection with any alien-enemy activities. "I will report the whole thing," Mr. MacMasters said.
"Oh, he's a bug on natural history, or the like. Always tapping rocks with a hammer, or hunting specimens, or botanizing. Great chap. Hasn't been here in Elmvale long. But everybody likes him." Phil made no further comment aloud, but to himself he said: "He wasn't botanizing through that field-glass; or knocking specimens off of rocks. His interest was centered on the face of the dam.
Below the factories the river water was of an entirely different color, and people in Seacove had begun to object to the filth from the Elmvale mills being dumped into the cove. Al Torrance stopped the car at the side gate of the biggest munition works just as the noon whistle blew. Seven Knott got out and began to look about for his friends to whom he had tried to talk enlistment.
The amber lamps of the car gave a good light ahead, and Torry was really a safe driver. But he seemed reckless on this evening. Inspired by the same feeling that impressed Whistler Morgan, he felt that they could not get to Elmvale too quickly. During the journey the older boys vouchsafed no explanation to the younger pair save that they had made an engagement with Mr.
"D'you know, Whistler, I feel just as nervous as a cat?" "I guess that's what is the matter with me," Morgan confessed. "I'm bothering my head about that fellow Blake." "Me, too. Say! let's run over there." "To Elmvale?" "Yep. Pa's gone away " "So has my father," admitted Whistler. "Well, neither of them can advise us, then," said Torry, practically. "How about talking with somebody in Elmvale?
But there was a second and greater danger to the people of Elmvale. If anything should happen to the dam, if it should burst, the enormous quantity of water held in leash by the structure would pour over the village and cover half the houses to their chimney tops.
And this was all the satisfaction there was to be got out of their leader at this particular time. The result of the boys' campaign for recruits to the Navy was very encouraging. They had been to places besides Elmvale; and several of their old friends in Seacove were getting into one branch or another of the service.
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