The boys watched the papers eagerly for news of Dr. Klauss, nor was it long in coming. A small steamer, passing near the lonely island, stopped for water. There they found the body of the unfortunate man. He had died from natural causes, it seemed—probably from some ailment that may have affected his mind. He was decently buried, and a stone cairn marked his grave.
“Poor Dr. Klauss,” murmured Jerry. “I wonder who will get his submarine now?”
“Why can’t we make a bid for it?” asked Ned, eagerly. “Probably his family—if he has one—will be glad to sell it. And it’s over here now. Let’s see if we can’t buy her.”
“Say, if we only could!” cried Bob, all enthusiasm now. “I never saw a better place for cooking meals!”
“Or for having things happen!” added Jerry. And so, thus planning for more thrilling adventures, we will take leave of the Motor Boys.
THE END
Polly says “JELL-O for me”
If cast upon a desert isle
Like Crusoe long ago,
How dull the diet soon would be
How jaded you would grow!