I. Tea and a Toast 1
II. Such a Dream! 10
III. It’s All Over! 20
IV. Two Exciting Things 29
V. The Secret 38
VI. A New Experience 45
VII. The Zeppelin 52
VIII. Afloat 60
IX. Queer Folks 68
X. What Will Happen? 76
XI. Developments 84
XII. The Man in the Motor Boat 93
XIII. It Comes to a Head 101
XIV. A Battle in the Air 111
XV. Abandoned 121
XVI. On the Edge of Tragedy 131
XVII. Boarded 140
XVIII. The Conspiracy Laid Bare 149
XIX. Tom Cameron Takes a Hand 159
XX. The Storm Breaks 166
XXI. The Wreck 172
XXII. Adrift 180
XXIII. At the Moment of Need 186
XXIV. Counterplot 196
XXV. Home as Found 205
RUTH FIELDING HOMEWARD BOUND
CHAPTER I—TEA AND A TOAST
“And you once said, Heavy Stone, that you did not believe a poilu
_could_ love a fat girl!”
Helen said it in something like awe. While Ruth’s tea-urn bubbled cozily
three pair of very bright eyes were bent above a tiny, iridescent spark
which adorned the “heart finger” of the plumper girl’s left hand.
There is something about an engagement diamond that makes it sparkle and
twinkle more than any other diamond. You do not believe that? Wait until
you wear one on the third finger of your left hand yourself!
These three girls, who owned all the rings and other jewelry that was
good for them, continued to adore this newest of Jennie Stone’s
possessions until the tea water boiled over. Ruth Fielding arose with an
exclamation of vexation, and corrected the height of the alcohol blaze
and dropped in the “pinch” of tea.
It was mid-afternoon, the hour when a cup of tea comforts the fagged
nerves and inspires the waning spirit of womankind almost the world
over. These three girls crowded into Ruth Fielding’s little cell, even
gave up the worship of the ring, to sip the tea which the hostess soon
poured into the cups.
“The cups are nicked; no wonder,” sighed Ruth. “They have traveled many
hundreds of miles with me, girls. Think! I got them at Briarwood——”
“Dear old Briarwood Hall,” murmured Jennie Stone.
“You’re in a dreadfully sentimental mood, Jennie,” declared Helen
Cameron with some scorn. “Is that the way a diamond ring affects all
“Oh, how fat I was in those days, girls! And how I did eat!” groaned the
girl who had been known at boarding school as “Heavy Stone,” and seldom
by any other name among her mates.
“And you still continue to eat!” ejaculated Helen, the slimmest of the
three, and a very black-eyed girl with blue-black hair and a perfect
complexion. She removed the tin wafer box from Jennie’s reach.
“Those are not real eats,” complained the girl with the diamond ring. “A
million would not add a thousandth part of an ounce to my pounds.”
“Listen to her!” gasped Helen. “If Major Henri Marchand could hear her
“He is a full colonel, I’d have you know,” declared Jennie Stone. “And
in charge of his section. In _our_ army it is the Intelligence
“That is what Tom calls the ‘Camouflage Bureau.’ _Colonel_ Marchand has
a nice, sitting-down job,” scoffed Helen.