“Let them loose the dogs of war,” says the Colonel, “we shall muzzle them soon enough!” He has no sooner spoken when, from a lunch-basket beside him, up rises a brace of eavesdropping sausages, and disappear again into their kennel. A stalk of corn even lends its ear to this conversation, and there seems no privacy in the world. Old Heeza goes for privacy aboard his yacht, when suddenly he espies a torpedo making direct for him. Jumping into the briny, the Colonel wrestles with the whitehead, and manages to turn it back against its sender. The Colonel next assays fishing. Suddenly he feels a tremendous tug, and his line is almost pulled out of his hands, but he holds on gamely to his prize, feeling a whale worth his while. Over the crests of mountainous waves he is drawn and still he hangs on to his catch. At length the tugging ceases; he thinks he has exhausted his catch, when up from beneath comes a submarine whose captain loudly bawls old Heeza out, and sets him adrift. Back again on his yacht, the Colonel is sure something must be wrong when a bomb explodes on his head. Looking up he spies a hostile ‘plane. Jumping into the beak of his trusty pelican, he mounts to the clouds where he vanquishes his enemy and descends to his yacht, king of “the earth, the air and the sea.”