oad ran in something of a
semicircle.

While the cadets were deliberating, they made another discovery. Smoke
was coming up from among some of the trees near by, and, walking in
that direction, they made out a fair-sized cabin, nestling deep
between some trees and brushwood.

"Maybe we can get some assistance at that place," remarked Andy.

"I don't believe it!" returned his brother quickly. "It's more than
likely the people who live there are in league with those Germans.
They must have heard those noises the same as we did, and probably
know all about how they are being made."

"That's it!" warned Spouter. "If I were you, I'd go slow in showing
myself to anybody who may be at that cabin."

The boys approached with caution, keeping their eyes wide open, and
presently discovered a touring car standing among the trees to one
side of the cabin.

"I don't believe that car belongs here," said Randy. "I don't see
anything in the way of a garage. And that looks like a nice city car."

Keeping in the shelter of some of the trees and brushwood, the cadets
came still closer, and then made another discovery, which was to the
effect that two young men were seated in the tonneau of the car. Each
was smoking a cigarette, and they were conversing in low tones.

"I tell you I'm going to hit my dad for a hundred dollars on the
strength of this," they heard one of the occupants of the car remark.
"And I bet I get it, too."

"Well, if you get a hundred, Nappy, I'm going to hit for a hundred
myself," was the reply of the other occupant. "I guess my father can
afford to give me that amount just as well as your father can afford
it."

"Oh, well, Slugger, you must remember that my dad has quite a bunch of
money."

"Huh! I don't think he's any better fixed than mine. Here, pass over
another cigarette. Don't forget I paid for the last ones we bought."

"Slugger Brown and Nappy Martell!" whispered Randy excitedly. "Would
you believe it?"

"What can those fellows be doing away out here in the woods?"
questioned Spouter.

"I'll bet I know what they are here for!" cried Andy, in a low voice.
"They brought their fathers out here in that touring car."

"What would they be doing that for?"

"Don't you remember, Spouter, our telling you about how we saw Mr.
Brown and Mr. Martell down in Wall Street, New York, talking to those
fellows who looked like Germans, and how they mentioned supplies, and
canned goods, and machinery, and ni