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Updated: May 14, 2025
They had to cross the railroad tracks to get into the Elmvale road. "Stop for nothing!" exclaimed Phil Morgan. "I feel that we can't delay a minute." But as it chanced Michael Donahue was standing at the open door of the Rosenmeyer delicatessen shop as the Torrance car wheeled around the corner into Seacove's main street.
Naturally the Navy boys were interested in having others join the Navy; and Hans Hertig, whom they found at home visiting his mother, was particularly anxious to get some young men, who were working in Elmvale and who came of German stock like himself, to enlist and show their patriotism and love for the country of their birth. "Say! what do you suppose is the matter with that chap?"
"Well," asked Torry, after a moment, "what are you waiting for? Their eating at Yancey's won't stop us from going there too, will it?" Whistler Morgan's three chums had by this time become somewhat interested in the bearded man, who called himself Blake and who worked in the laboratory of the Elmvale munition factory.
When the sun crept up and showed the wreckage in the valley, and particularly about Elmvale, it was enough to make one heartsick. The lower floors of all mills, and of the munition factory, were wrecked. Some of the buildings had fallen down. Much machinery was destroyed. It would take months to repair the damage done to property by the flood. And there was a death list of twelve.
Santley. "That man Blake well, he doesn't seem to be in Elmvale now." "He came back on this evening's train," declared Whistler. "Are you sure? I have been waiting for him to show up here," cried Mr. Santley. "To tell the truth, young man, I have discovered some things here that I want him to explain.
It was on the river, at the mouth of which was situated the little port in which were the homes of Whistler Morgan and his friends. The biggest dam in the State, the Elmvale Dam, held back the waters of the river above the village; and below the dam were several big mills and factories that got their power from the use of the water.
"I am told that you, Morgan, have some knowledge of the dastardly work of this spy, Franz Linder. Is it so?" asked Captain Trevor suggestively. "Oh, sir!" cried the young fellow, in excitement, "I believe I know what is referred to here by Linder's correspondent, as 'the water-wheel bomb. That is what he blew up the Elmvale dam with!"
He peered through the glass in the door of the rear car. He came back shaking his head and looking puzzled. "He's there all right," he said to Whistler. "Bet he's going to Elmvale instead of to sea again. What do you make of it?" "Not a thing," grumbled Whistler. "I wish I knew what to do." "Let's have him pinched," suggested the eager Frenchy. "Not a chance! On what charge?" asked Torry.
Behind, the roar of the waters was like a high wind. In a moment all the lights in Elmvale went out. "The powerhouse has gone!" shrieked Frenchy, when he saw this. "And everything else, I guess!" quavered Ikey, clinging to the back of the automobile seat and hoarse from shouting. Dim as the light from the stars and the moon was, they could see the front of the wave of released water.
MacMasters seriously, "if you do stir up these snakes, look for a fellow named Franz Linder. He is wanted in Elmvale, up there in New England, for blowing up a dam, destroying munition factories and drowning twelve innocent people. We'll be glad, Morgan here, and I, to hear about the capture of that scoundrel."
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