"I'm sure I don't know," answered Jack. "If he calls again ask him his
name, and if he is a friend of ours tell him we would be glad to see him
up at the lodge at any time."

"All right, I'll do that."

Had they not been hampered by so many bundles and packages, some of
which were quite heavy, the cadets would have remained out hunting for
the rest of the day. But as it was, they decided to skate directly home
and obtain a belated lunch at the Lodge, and then, if they felt like it,
go out later.

"We're up here just for the fun of it, so there is no necessity of being
too strenuous," said Gif. "We want to go back to Colby Hall feeling
really refreshed."

They had reached the river once more, and were busy putting on their
skates, when they heard a shout behind them. Turning, they beheld a man
who, as soon as he saw they were looking in his direction, waved his
hand at them.

"Excuse me, but are some of you the Rover boys?" he questioned, as he
came closer.

"Yes," answered Jack. "I am one of the Rovers, and these are my
cousins," and he indicated the others.

"I was up at the store, and the storekeeper told me you had just gone
away and were bound up the river. If you don't mind, I would like to
have a talk with you."

The man was of medium size, with dark hair and dark eyes, and as he wore
a dark grey overcoat and a slouch hat, the cadets immediately put him
down for the individual mentioned to them by the storekeeper. He had a
quiet smile on his face which was reassuring to all of the lads.

"What is it you want to know?" questioned Fred.

"Are you the Rovers from Colby Hall--the young men who had so much to do
with rounding up those Germans at Camp Barlight and capturing that
hidden submarine?"

"Yes."

"And you also helped in rounding up those other fellows who were trying
to put through some deal with two men named Brown and Martell?"

"We did," said Andy.

"It was a fine thing to do, and it shows that you fellows are true
blue," returned the man, with satisfaction.

"Are you a Secret Service man?" questioned Jack suddenly.

"Why do you want to know that, Rover?" was the counter question.

"If you belong to the Secret Service you are just the man we are looking
for."




CHAPTER XXIX

WHAT HAPPENED AT THE LODGE


"So you want to see a Secret Service man, eh?" said the newcomer, after
a slight pause. "What's in the wind?"

"We think we have discovered something that the Government ought to know
about," answered Jack slowly.

"But there isn't any use of our saying anything about it unless you are
really a public official of some sort or other," broke in Randy hastily.

After this there followed quite a conversation, the newcomer leading the
boys on to tell what they knew concerning the Germans at the old
Parkingham house, and also what they knew about Herman Crouse and Tony
Duval.

"I think I am on the right track at last," said the man. "And since you
have told me so much I will return your confidences by stating that I
_am_ a Secret Service officer. We had an idea that the Germans might try
something of that sort in this vicinity, and I am pretty sure now that
we are on the right track."

"Try something of what sort?" questioned Andy.

"We received word in a roundabout way over six weeks ago that an attempt
would be made by the Germans to establish a radio station somewhere
along this portion of the coast. The hills back of Timminsport and
Henryville would make an ideal spot for such a station."

"Do you mean a radio station from which they could send wireless
messages all the way to Germany?" cried Fred.

"Oh, no! Not such a distance as that. Such a station would require more
power than they would be able to generate without heavy and complicated
machinery. But it was thought they might establish a lesser station from
which they could send wireless messages to any of their submarines or
warships that might be sailing within a given distance of our shore."

"You surely have struck it!" cried Randy. "Those coils of wire and the
electrical things we saw in the packing cases up at their barn prove
it."

The Secret Service agent, who gave his name as William Pollock,
questioned them still further, and then said he would get into immediate
communication with his superiors.

"You'll hear more from me in the near future," said he, when the talk
had come to an end. "I'll probably be at Cedar Lodge in two or three
days. In the meantime, if you want to do Uncle Sam a real service say
nothing at all to any outsider of what you have discovered, or of your
meeting with me."

To this the cadets readily consented, and then William Pollock hurried
off, to obtain a private turnout in which to get to Timminsport as
speedily as possible.

"Now I guess there will be something doing up at the Parkingham house
before long," declared Gif, when they were once more on their way to the
Lodge.

"Yes, and there will be something doing at Tony Duval's place too,"
returned Jack.

"I wish we could be on hand to see what happens!" cried Randy wistfully.

"Perhaps, if the Secret Service men come up here to make an arrest, they
will allow us to go along with them," added his twin.

On account of his ankle, which was still somewhat weak, Spouter had
remained at the bungalow. When the others returned he listened with keen
interest to all they had to tell.

"Gee, that's great!" he exclaimed. "If those Germans are really guilty I
hope the government officials round them up in short order."

"Yes, and round up Tony Duval, too," added Fred.

"What about Glutts and Werner?" questioned Andy.

"Well, if they have been guilty of any treachery toward our Government,
they ought to suffer," was the way Gif expressed himself.

"Do you know, I'll feel rather sorry for that Herman Crouse, if he is
mixed up in this," said Jack. "He seemed to be a pretty decent sort."

"Well, in these war times a man has either got to be for Uncle Sam or
against him," answered Spouter.

Feeling certain that William Pollock would be unable to do anything that
afternoon, the boys got a hasty lunch, and late in the afternoon went
out for some more hunting. They tramped a distance of over two miles
through the snow, and managed to bring down several rabbits and likewise
a pheasant and some smaller birds.

"I hope we don't see any more of those wolves," said Fred, when they had
started to return to the Lodge.

"Look! look!" cried Gif suddenly.

He had scarcely spoken when Jack raised his gun and fired. Then the
oldest Rover boy fired again, both shots being taken before the others
could get their guns into action.

"It's a fox!" cried Randy. "Jack, I guess you got him, too!"

"I hope so," was Jack's answer as he stopped to reload his weapon.

The animal he had fired at had been running across a small opening
between the trees. At the first shot the game had made a turn, and at
the second had given a leap and disappeared into a small hollow filled
with snow.

When the boys reached the hollow all they could see at first was the
snow which had been kicked in several directions. But then they caught
sight of a bushy tail peeping forth from the white covering.

"It's a fox, all right enough!" exclaimed Gif.

"Look out there! He may not be dead," warned Fred. "If he's alive and
you touch him he may give you quite a bite."

They advanced with caution, and Gif turned the animal over with the end
of his gun barrel. He exposed a large fox of a silvery grey color. It
was quite dead.

"A silver fox!" came from Andy.

"Jack, you've had your wish," said Gif. "It's a silver fox, all right
enough."

They dragged it forth from the hollow and examined the animal with much
interest. The fur was somewhat reddish next to the hide, but the tips
were white and silver grey.

"A beautiful piece of fur, that's certain," said Gif. "Your folks will
be glad to get it."

"How about Ruth Stevenson getting it," said Randy, with a grin; and at
this remark Jack blushed.

A part of the next day was spent in skinning both the fox and the wolf.
The boys wondered if they would see anything of the Secret Service
agent, but he did not show himself.

"They may take their own time about working up this case," remarked
Spouter. "They may want to get just the right kind of evidence before
they close in on the rascals."

Another day went by, and again the lads went forth to try their skill
both at hunting and at fishing. This time Spouter went along, and while
the others were fishing with more or less success the orator of Colby
Hall had the honor of stirring up a brook mink of fair size and laying
it low.

"You've got a nice little neck-piece there for somebody," said Jack, as
he looked at the soft fur of the mink. "You can count yourself lucky."

Another Sunday was passed in camp, but still the Secret Service agent
did not show himself. On the Sabbath day Jed Wallop came down to see
them. They said nothing to the old hunter of what was in the wind.

"I am sorry to hear your vacation is drawin' to a close," said Jed
Wallop. "But you ought to be purty well satisfied over what you've got.
It ain't everybody that can git a silver fox and other foxes too, and a
wolf and a brook mink, not to say anything about rabbits, squirrels,
partridges, and sech. I think you lads have done wonderful well."

"I think so myself," answered Gif.

Monday morning the young hunters took it easy, and it was not until
after lunch that they thought of going out once again with their guns.

"Might as well make the best of what time is left to us," was the way
Fred expressed himself. "Before long we'll have to be at the Colby Hall
grind again."

"Don't mention school to me," answered Andy. "This kind of a life suits
me down to the heels."

The boys were almost ready to leave the Lodge when they heard the jingle
of sleigh bells and to their surprise saw a large sled approaching
filled with the bundled-up figures of men.

"Hello, it must be those Secret Service agents!" cried Gif. "Now maybe
there will be something doing!"

All watched the approach of the big sleigh, and were then surprised to
see that the turnout contained the four Germans they had met before, and
likewise Tony Duval and a sixth man, who was a stranger to them.

"Are you at home?" called out the largest of the Germans, the man named
Bauermann.

"Looks as if we were, doesn't it?" answered Jack, as he stood in the
doorway with the others peering over his shoulders.

"We would like to have a talk with you, young man," went on Emil
Bauermann, with a frown on his face. "We came over here on purpose to
see you."

"If you young men have been trying to make trouble for me you shall
suffer for it," came in a growl from Tony Duval.

"Who said we were trying to make trouble for you, Duval?" demanded Gif.

"Bah! you cannot fool me, Garrison," said the hunter wrathfully.
Evidently he was greatly excited.

"Duval, let me handle this matter," remonstrated Emil Bauermann. "We
want to have a serious talk with you young men," he added to the boys.

All of the occupants of the big sleigh sprang out in the snow, and
without waiting for an invitation to do so stalked into the Lodge.

The Germans were evidently in a bad humor, and they glowered at the
cadets in a way that made them feel far from comfortable.

"What is it you want?" demanded Gif, not liking the manner of their
intrusion.

"We want to come to an understanding," growled one of the Germans.

"You cannot play tricks behind our backs without taking the
consequences," grumbled another.

"Maybe you think you're smart, but you'll find that we are smarter,"
added a third. "Many a man has been so smart that he has stuck his head
into the noose."

"Let me handle this matter," broke in Emil Bauermann, and then uttered
some words in German. An animated discussion in that tongue followed,
the cadets understanding next to nothing of what was said.

"I do not like the looks of this at all," whispered Randy to Jack. "I
believe they came here to do us harm."

"That's the way it looks to me too," whispered Fred. "They must have got
wind in some way of our being up around their place."

The Germans had turned to the strange man who was with them, and when
they pointed to the cadets this stranger nodded. Evidently he was
identifying the boys.

"It is as I thought," said Emil Bauermann sternly, as he glared at the
young hunters. "This man saw you spying around our place and around the
Duval place. What do you mean by such conduct? Explain yourselves or
take my word for it, it will go hard with you," and he shook a menacing
fist in their faces.




CHAPTER XXX

THE EXPOSURE--CONCLUSION


It must be confessed that the six cadets did not like the menacing
attitude of the five Germans and Tony Duval. Evidently one of the
men--the stranger--had been spying on them, and he had carried his
information to the others.

"That's right, Bauermann, make them explain themselves," growled Tony
Duval. "And don't be too easy on 'em, either!"

"See here, you have no right to come in here without being invited,"
said Gif angrily.

"Poof! what are you but a pack of silly schoolboys?" growled the German.
"Perhaps you thought you were doing a wonderful thing spying around our
house and our barn? You didn't know we had someone watching you all the
time."

"Yes, and watching you also when you spied on Duval," broke in another
of the men.

"Well, what do you want?" questioned Randy, after a brief and ominous
pause.

"We want you to tell us just what you have discovered and what you
propose to do about it," answered Emil Bauermann. "And remember, I want
the plain truth! No beating about the bush!" and he shook a warning
finger at the cadets.

While the man was speaking Jack had stepped to the rear of the crowd.
Now he made a movement to pick up his gun, but at this one of the
Germans rushed forward, pulling a pistol from his pocket as he did so.

"Stop that! Don't you dare to touch that gun!" the man roared
threateningly.

"You can't order us around in our own house," declared Gif. "If you are
going to talk like that you can get out."

"We'll stay as long as we please; and if you boys don't behave
yourselves, so much the worse for you," answered Emil Bauermann. "We are
going to get to the bottom of your tricks, and do it now."

"Suppose we have nothing to say," said Andy.

"But you will say something," stormed another of the Germans. "If you
don't--well, you will take the consequences, that's all."

After this the Germans did their best to make the cadets give all the
particulars regarding their visit to Tony Duval's shack, and also to the
house and barn on the Parkingham place. They were anxious to ascertain
just how much the boys knew, and also how much they suspected.

But the cadets were on their guard, and refused to answer many of the
questions put to them. This infuriated both the Germans and Duval, and
for the time being it looked as if a fight was coming and the cadets
might get the worst of it. All of the men were armed, and they did not
permit any of the young hunters to touch their weapons. Instead, one of
the men was ordered by Bauermann to confiscate the guns. And this he
did, placing them in a heap outside of the Lodge.

Seeing they could get very little out of the cadets, and suspecting that
the lads were getting ready to notify the authorities, the Germans held
another consultation in their own tongue and then called Duval to one
side.

"Just as I expected, we'll have to make prisoners of them for the time
being," said Emil Bauermann to Duval. "We can take them up in the
mountains, to that log cabin you spoke about."

"But we can't take them in the sleigh," answered Duval.

"Then you and two of my men will have to march them up there on foot. We
can come up later and bring you supplies."

"Do you think it's as bad as all that?" questioned Tony Duval nervously.

"I do! They have learned too much! And if word of this got to the
authorities it might go hard with all of us."

Thereupon the six cadets were ordered to get their belongings together
and prepare to leave the Lodge. All demurred, but the Germans and Duval
showed their weapons and acted so threateningly that there was nothing
left to do but to obey.

"This is the worst yet!" groaned Fred. "Where in the world do they
intend to take us?"

"Don't ask me," replied Randy dismally.

"If only we could get at our guns," whispered Gif.

"Let's make a dash for them," suggested Jack.

"Yes, and get shot down on the spot!" returned Spouter.

With their belongings over their shoulders, the six cadets had just been
marched out of the Lodge when there came an unexpected interruption.
Glancing toward the river, Jack saw a body of men approaching. They were
at least eight or ten in number, and the man in the lead was William
Pollock.

"Look! look!" whispered the oldest Rover boy to the others. "There is
that Secret Service agent, and he has an armed posse with him."

"Grab the guns and make for the Lodge," suggested Randy.

A shout came from the woods as Pollock approached. This surprised the
Germans and Duval, and, noting the number of men coming on, they were
bewildered and did not know what to do. It was just such a diversion as
the boys were hoping for, and in a trice they had rushed for their guns
and secured their weapons. Then Jack sent up a shout.

"Mr. Pollock! Mr. Pollock! This way! Here are those Germans now! And
Tony Duval is with them!"

The things that happened next came so rapidly that it is almost
impossible to describe them. At first the Germans and Duval sought to
make resistance, and several shots were fired by them. The boys and some
of the Secret Service posse fired in return, and Duval was struck in the
arm and one of the Germans got a bullet through his leg. Then the
Germans and Duval made a rush for the sleigh in an endeavor to escape.

But William Pollock and his men had handled such desperate characters
before. Two of them leaped in front of the moving horses and stopped
them, while the others surrounded the men in the sleigh and pointed
their guns at the fellows.

"Hands up, all of you!" ordered Pollock sternly. "Quick now, if you
don't want us to fire!"

At heart the Germans were cowards, and even though they still held their
pistols, when they saw the uplifted guns of, not alone the posse, but
also the cadets, pointed at them, they raised their hands without
further protest, and Tony Duval did the same; and thus the brief but
sharp encounter came to a termination.

"You are making a terrible mistake," said Emil Bauermann lamely. "We
have done no wrong."

"You can tell your story in court," answered William Pollock briefly,
and thereafter he made the Germans and Duval give up all their weapons.
Then he had some of his men search the evildoers and take from them
whatever papers and documents they carried. When he had a list of their
names he looked well satisfied.

"Bauermann, we have been trying to round you up for the past six
months," said he sternly. "You know you are wanted for that little
affair in Philadelphia." And at this the German looked much disturbed.

The cadets were exceedingly thankful for the opportune arrival of the
Secret Service man and his posse.

"Well, I told you I would come," said he. "I was delayed a little
though. You know in these war times matters do not always move as
swiftly as one would want. A good deal of the credit for this haul goes
to you boys," he added with a smile.

Much to the surprise of the cadets, in the crowd of newcomers was Herman
Crouse. The German-American farmer seemed well satisfied with what had
taken place.

"Mr. Pollock knows that I am true-blue," said he. "That Bauermann and
the rest of his gang thought they could use me. But I have fooled them
nicely. There is but one country for old Herman Crouse, and that is the
good old United States of America," and his face beamed as he spoke.

"That's the right way to talk!" cried Jack. "You don't know how pleased
I am to know the man we hauled out of that train wreck is true-blue."

"If we had thought you were a traitorous German, we might have left you
to shift for yourself," added Randy. "Although maybe I wouldn't have had
the heart to do that, either," he added, on second thought.

After the Germans and Duval had been made prisoners they were left at
the Lodge in charge of two of the Secret Service men and the cadets.
Then William Pollock and the other men took the sleigh and lost no time
in making their way to the old Parkingham house. They had some trouble
with the old German housekeeper, but wasted no words with her and
finally compelled her to tell all she knew. The old house was ransacked
from top to bottom for evidence against the Germans, after which the
posse turned its attention to the contents of the barn.

The results were as William Pollock had anticipated. These Germans,
aided by a number of others and also by Duval, were getting ready to
erect a fair-sized radio station in the woods behind the old house.
Duval had carried many messages for them and also done some trucking. He
was hand-in-glove with them, willing to make money at any cost. He told
later that both his mother and his grand-mother had been Germans.

As Herman Crouse had said, he had been used to do some trucking for the
Germans, and had likewise been asked to perform a number of errands. But
gradually he had become suspicious of the men, and was thinking
seriously of notifying the authorities when the cadets appeared on the
scene.

"And what about Bill Glutts and Gabe Werner?" questioned Jack of William
Pollock later on, when the Secret Service men were getting ready to take
the Germans and Duval away.

"I can't tell you all the particulars about those two young fellows,"
answered the Secret Service man. "The Germans evidently used them, but
whether Glutts and Werner knew the truth of what the Germans were doing
remains to be found out."

It may be added here that Glutts and Werner were very much scared over
the position in which they found themselves, and when the Germans and
Duval came up for a hearing the parents of the two young fellows had all
they could do to convince the authorities that Gabe and Bill were really
patriotic.

"Well, I'm mighty glad we are clear of those Germans, and of Tony Duval,
too," said Gif, after the evildoers had been taken away. "Now maybe we
can finish our outing in peace."

And this they did. Jed Wallop came over to see them and went out with
the young hunters a number of times. No larger game appeared, but they
brought down a number of rabbits and squirrels, as well as partridges
and some smaller birds, and with this they had to be content.

During those days the boys received several letters from the girls, and
also a letter from Mrs. Tom Rover enclosing one from her husband in
France. This latter epistle stated that the writer and his brother Sam
had recovered from the shell wounds received, and that Dick Rover was no
longer suffering from the effects of the gas attack he had experienced.

"Gee! this is the best news yet," cried Jack, with satisfaction.

"You've said it!" came from the twins; and Fred's face also showed his
satisfaction.

"Well, we've certainly had a wonderful outing," declared Randy.

"And how many queer things have happened!" added his twin. "I don't
believe we'll ever have as much excitement as this again."

But in this surmise Andy was mistaken. There were many happenings still
in store for the boys, and what some of them were will be related in our
next volume, to be entitled "The Rover Boys in the Land of Luck; Or,
Stirring Adventures in the Oil Fields."

"Well, we'll be going back to Colby Hall before long," said Gif, that
evening.

"But first you'll have to testify against those Germans and Tony Duval,"
answered Spouter.

"Good old Colby Hall!" cried Jack. "I don't know but what I'll be glad
enough to get back there, after all, and see all the other fellows."

"And see the girls of Clearwater Hall, too," put in Andy slyly.

"We'll certainly have some stories to tell--how we brought down all that
game," came from Fred, his eyes glistening.

Then in the best of good humor the boys started singing one of their
favorite school songs. And here we will leave them and say good-bye.

THE END




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BOB CHASE BIG GAME SERIES

By FRANK A. WARNER

In these thrilling stories of outdoor life the hero is a young
lumberjack who is a crack rifle shot. While tracking game in the Maine
woods he does some rich hunters a great service. They become interested
in him and take him on various hunting expeditions in this country and
abroad. Bob learns what it is to face not only wildcats, foxes and deer
but also bull moose, Rocky Mountain grizzly bears and many other species
of big game.

    BOB CHASE WITH THE BIG MOOSE HUNTERS

    BOB CHASE AFTER GRIZZLY BEARS

    BOB CHASE IN THE TIGER'S LAIR

    BOB CHASE WITH THE LION HUNTERS