r Fernald had been
introduced, they went over the story again.

Just before he started, old Mr. Everett, looking searchingly at Fernald,
said:

"I remember you now. You were connected with that Harworth smuggling
case nearly eighteen years ago. I was one of the witnesses then."

"Why, I remember you too, now," said Fernald, his face lighting up. At
first he had been a little dubious about the boys having confided so
much of their business to a stranger, but this new development cleared
away all doubt.

Garry told the whole story of the night's happenings, amazing his
hearers with the tale of his pluck and good fortune.

After the telling of the story, Ruth hastened away to prepare breakfast
for all, insisting that they stay, although they protested against
causing so much trouble.

"Oh, it won't be a bit of trouble. It will be fun, because it isn't
often that I cook for anyone but Granddad and myself. Besides, I'll
probably make Garry help me wipe the dishes." With that she darted from
the room.

Phil and Dick burst into a shout of laughter.

"Aha, it seems that the same arrow has hit two people," Dick whispered
to Phil, but loud enough so that Garry could hear. He blushed furiously,
but could be drawn to make no comment or denial.

"Now the next thing on the docket is to discover the exact trail taken
by these men on their smuggling trip. We know it will be the same on
both nights, but of course we won't molest them on the first trip. This
big gem plot overshadows all others. The question is, just how to find
that trail."

"If you will allow me to make a suggestion, I think I can solve that
problem after I ask a question or two of Mr. Everett," interposed Garry.

"Go to it, you boys have done the trick so far, now go on and finish
it," said Fernald heartily.

"First, then," said Garry, "how far is the boundary line at a point
just back of Green's farm, and how dense is the woodland there, Mr.
Everett?"

"Why, as the crow flies, it is about three miles, maybe a little less.
And as for the woodage, it is quite sparse. You see the logging
operations extended that way, and they very nearly clean cut that land.
There are, however, a few big trees scattered here and there. On the
other side of the border, the forest gets considerable thicker."

"Fine, I see a way very clearly now," said Garry. "Sometime today,
LeBlanc and Green, with the other two men, whose names I do not know,
will cross the border, for