"Well, that is certainly one wonderful story!"

"What's it about, Tom?" asked his chum, Ned
Newton. "Something about inside baseball, or a
new submarine that can be converted into an
airship on short notice?"

"Neither one, you--you unscientific heathen,"
answered Tom, with a laugh at Ned. "Though
that isn't saying such a machine couldn't be invented."

"I believe you--that is if you got on its trail,"
returned Ned, and there was warm admiration in
his voice.

"As for inside baseball, or outside, for that
matter, I hardly believe I'd be able to tell third
base from the second base, it's so long since I
went to a game," proceeded Tom. "I've been
too busy on that new airship stabilizer dad gave
me an idea for. I've been working too hard,
that's a fact. I need a vacation, and maybe a
good baseball game----"

He stopped and looked at the magazine he had
so hastily slapped down. Something he had read
in it seemed to fascinate him.

"I wonder if it can possibly be true," he went
on. "It sounds like the wildest dream of a