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 th
e 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 ROVER BOYS IN THE LAND OF LUCK
CHAPTER I
OUT IN THE STORM
“Jack, it looks as if we were in for another storm.”
“Yes, and it’s starting right now,” declared Captain Jack Rover, as he glanced through the trees to the overcast sky. “Don’t you hear it on the leaves?”
“It does beat everything!” declared Andy Rover, his usually bright face clouding a bit. “It has rained enough in the past two weeks to last a year.”
“Do you know, I like these constant rains less than I liked being snowbound up at Cedar Lodge,” put in Lieutenant Fred Rover.
“Oh, there was some fun in being snowbound,” declared Randy Rover. “A fellow could go out in it and have the best time ever. But what can a chap do when the rain is coming down to beat the band?”
“Well, you can go out and get a shower-bath free of charge,” commented his twin gaily.
“I’ll take my showers in the gym,” was the quick reply. “Gee! listen to that, will you?”
There was no need for any of the four Rover boys to listen, or to look, either. A blinding flash of lightning had swept the sky, followed almost immediately by a crash of thunder in the woods behind them. Then followed another crash, as of falling timber.
“It struck a tree, I’ll bet a new cap!” exclaimed Jack.
“Yes, and it was a little bit too close for comfort, too,” answered his cousin Fred.
The thunder and lightning were followed by a sudden rush of wind which caused the trees of the forest to sway violently. Then the downfall of rain increased until it was little short of a deluge.
“We’ve got to get to some sort of shelter!” cried Jack. “And the sooner we get there the better. If we stay under the trees we’ll be soaked to the skin.”
“It’s all right enough to talk about shelter,” returned Randy quickly; “but where are you going to find it? I don’t know of even a log shack in this vicinity.”
“We might leg it down to the river,” suggested his brother. “We can’t be very far from Rocky Bend.”
“That’s the talk!” burst out Fred Rover. “There is a cliff at the Bend, and I remember there is a hollow under it which the river washed out years ago.”
“The trouble is you may find that hollow filled with water now, Fred,” answered Jack. “Remember the heavy rains of the last few weeks have caused something of a freshet. Even down at our boathouse the water is unusually high.”
Another streak of lightning followed by more thunder interrupted the conversation. Then the wind seemed to veer around, and the rain came swishing in under the tree where the four lads had been resting.
The Rover boys had left Colby Hall immediately after the day’s lessons for a tramp through the woods that bordered the Rick Rack River. They had been kept indoors more or less for over two weeks, it raining nearly every day. But that morning the sun had come through the clouds, and they had thought to enjoy a much-desired outing.
All were clad in their cadet uniforms, and in addition wore their shoulder capes and also their rubbers. They had found the roads and paths running through the woods very wet, but did not mind this, being glad to breathe some “real air,” as Randy had expressed it.
“I just hate to be boxed in all the time,” had been his words. “Give me an outdoor life every time.” And then in the exuberance of his spirits he had turned what is commonly termed among athletes a cart-wheel. But when his feet came down again he found the ground so slippery he promptly landed flat on his back, much to the amusement of the others.
The four Rovers had asked some of their chums to accompany them, but two of the other cadets had errands to do in town and the others wished to write letters to their folks at home, so the four had gone off by themselves. All were good walkers, and they had covered a distance of several miles before the sky became again overcast.
“If we weren’t so far from the school we might make a dash for it,” suggested Jack.
“We can’t run that far!” returned Fred, who was the smallest of the boys. “We’d be all out of wind and simply get wet through and through. Let’s try for the river. We’re sure to find some sort of shelter under the rocks and bushes at the Bend.”
“All right; here we go!” was Jack’s quick reply. As the oldest of the boys and as a captain of the Colby Hall cadets, he was naturally looked upon as the leader.
He and Fred started side by side and Andy and Randy followed closely. Their course was along a winding path leading over some rough rocks and through some small overhanging bushes.
“Wow! What are you trying to do? Give me a shower-bath?” grumbled Randy presently. Jack had pushed some long and well-saturated brushwood to one side in passing. Now the bushes swung back into place, catching poor Randy over the face and breast and showering him with water.
“Excuse me, but I couldn’t hold the bushes back,” said Jack. “You had better not stick so close.”
“Oh, well, a little more water doesn’t count, Jack. We are getting pretty well soaked anyway.”
The wind was blowing so furiously the cadets had all they could do to hold their capes tight around their shoulders as they progressed. More lightning lit up the sky, and then they heard the fall of another tree some distance away.
“It’s going to be a humdinger of a storm,” remarked Andy.
“Yes, and I’d give as much as two nickels to be safe back at the Hall,” came from Fred. The constant thunder and lightning was beginning to get on the smallest youth’s nerves.
Presently the four Rovers caught sight of the river through the trees. The stream, which at this point was nothing more than a mountain torrent, boiled and foamed as it dashed over the rocks.
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