ugh somewhat old and likewise rheumatic, Captain Dale was
still a man of action, and less than half an hour later he had
perfected an arrangement with the Secret Service authorities both at
Rackville and at Camp Huxwell. Three automobiles were requisitioned
and a detail of sixteen men, accompanied by several Secret Service
authorities soon left Camp Huxwell, stopping on the way at the edge of
Camp Barlight. They took on board the Rovers and their chums, and
likewise Captain Dale, all of whom were anxious to see the wind-up of
this remarkable happening.

While still some distance from the cabin, the automobiles were brought
to a standstill, and the officers and soldiers, as well as the cadets
and Captain Dale, alighted, and all took to the shelter of the
brushwood.

A wait of nearly half an hour ensued, and during that time the three
automobiles were run deep into the woods, where they would not be
noticed by any passersby. Then Randy, who had been sent down the
road, came back on the run.

"An auto is coming!" he announced.

He was right, and a minute later, the machine, driven by Slugger
Brown, came into sight and ran up to the side of the cabin. Mr. Brown
and Mr. Martell alighted, leaving Slugger and Nappy in the car as
before.

"Don't let 'em keep you here all night, Dad!" cried Nappy.

"Make 'em come to terms quick," said Slugger. "They have no right to
hold back on you."

"You leave this business to us--we know what we are doing," answered
Mr. Brown.

Of course, those who had come to the place from the two camps had not
shown themselves. All were secreted behind the trees and bushes on the
opposite side of the cabin. Now they watched intently while Mr. Brown
and Mr. Martell entered the cabin, and as they did this they noted a
steady _put-put_ on the forest road, and soon a motorcycle came into
sight, ridden by a middle-aged man carrying a satchel over his
shoulder.

"That must be the fellow who went to the bank to get the money,"
whispered Andy.

The Secret Service men had arranged their plans with care. At a given
signal four of the soldiers from Camp Huxwell surrounded the
automobile occupied by Slugger and Nappy, who as before were making
themselves comfortable in the tonneau and smoking cigarettes. To say
that those two unworthies were surprised, would be putting it mildly.
Slugger leaped to his feet in amazement, while Nappy set up a howl of
terror, begging the soldiers not to shoot them.

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