the jailer identifies them as Gaston's callers of yesterday, we'll
know where we stand."

Fifteen minutes later the Secret Service men returned. The jailer had
pronounced the pair to be Gaston's callers of the day before. Moreover,
the jailer had obligingly locked up the pair until Trotter and Packwood
could obtain proper authority for him to hold them. Leroux and
Stephanoulis had been placed in cells from which they could not possibly
communicate with Gaston, whose cell lay in another wing of the jail.

"As soon as that pair found that, for some reason, their mine failed to
explode under you last night," Trotter hinted, "they knew that their
game was up. They hurried away and lay concealed in the distance. Then
they saw the party from the 'Waverly' hunting on shore, with lantern's,
and they took to the woods. That pair of rascals knew how risky it would
be for them to try to leave at the local railway station today, so they
struck off through the woods on foot making for another town at a
distance. The constables who brought them down here say that Leroux
and Stephanoulis were a surely astonished pair when they found
themselves nabbed. We are getting into a bigger nest of trouble down
here than we expected when we left Washington."

After, the Secret Service men had gone, Jacob Farnum turned as though to
go inside the hotel.

"I'm wondering whether there are any letters for me," he said.

"I'll go to the office and inquire," proposed Jack Benson. At the desk
he received two letters for his employer, and turned away with them in
one hand when his steps were arrested by the sound of a sweet feminine
voice at the further end of the desk.

The speaker was Mlle. Nadiboff.

"She looks as sweet and as contented as ever," thought the submarine
boy, with some wonder. "Really, she doesn't look as though a care had
crossed her path."

"Can you furnish me with a chauffeur, and order my car up?" Mlle.
Nadiboff was inquiring.

"I am very sorry, Mademoiselle, but we haven't a single chauffeur that
we can spare," replied the clerk, respectfully.

"Then may I rent one of your own cars, with a man to drive it?"

"Again, I am very sorry, Mademoiselle, but all the hotel cars are
engaged."

The pretty Russian stamped her foot impatiently.

"Oh, no matter, then," she cried. "I will go to the garage and take
out my own car. I know how to manage it."

"I regret very much to have to report, Mademoiselle," replied t