Then he
turned for a glance around him. In front of him loomed the sand
dunes, their weird shifting formations dotted here and there with
scraggly underbrush. Down the coast the picture was the same.
Turning, the lad gazed northward in the general direction where he
knew lay Holland and her neutral shores.
"That's where I go from here," he said cheerfully.
He had jogged along not more than a quarter of a mile when the coast
line veered sharply to right, leaving only the expanse of ocean
looming up beyond the stretch of sandy beach. Following along the
curve in the coast line, Jack found himself presently on the shore
of a small land-locked bay. The mouth of the inlet was barely wide
enough to permit the passage of a good-sized vessel.
But neither ship nor human being was in sight.
"Might be one of the secret passageways used by the undersea boats,"
Jack mused as he followed the curving line of the bay away from the
ocean.
Presently he came to an abrupt halt at a break in the beach where
the rolling sand dunes fell sheer away to the mouth of another
waterway---this time a small stream that wound its way inland through
a tortuous channel.
Pages:
141
142
143
144
145
146
147
148
149
150
151
152
153
154
155
156
157
158
159
160
161
162
163
164
165