y out, the girl stopped the chums and expressed
her gratitude for their rescue of her grandfather.

"I don't know how to thank you boys. Just think, if you hadn't come
along, he might have died out there in the woods before someone found
him, and he is the only relative I have. I am sure there is nothing I
wouldn't do for you that was within my power," she declared.

"Do you really mean that, Miss?" said Garry.

"Indeed I do. Just let me know what I can do," she answered eagerly.

"I don't want you to think I am asking this as a matter of reward," said
Garry, "but it's something that is very vital to the success of our
mission here. I feel that we can be frank with you, since your
grandfather was once in the Customs service. I can't explain just now
how we are connected with the matter, but you could do us and the State
a great service if you could tell us if you know anything about
smuggling operations here. You are practically the only one that we have
given so much confidence, and I am sure that you will respect it."

"Oh, of course I will. I don't know who or what you are, but I am sure
you are all right. As for what you ask, I don't know much about it,
although Granddaddy has confided his suspicions to me many times.
Unfortunately, though, they are only suspicions, and he has never been
able to get any tangible evidence, for they cover their tracks very
cleverly, and especially with him, since they know that he was once in
the service. I can tell you this, though, keep sharp watch of a man
called Lafe Green. He is a great big red-haired man, and he hangs around
that restaurant that is run by a man called Joe Canuck. It's practically
the only one in town, perhaps you know of it."

"We do know of it, and we sure thank you for what you have told us, and
you will never regret it. Sometime we can tell you more about all this.
I hope we shall see you again, for we will come at the first opportunity
to see how your grandfather is getting along," said Garry, as the three
took their leave, bidding goodbye to the pretty girl.

Out on the street again, Dick could scarcely restrain himself from doing
a war dance on the sidewalk.

"Gosh," he ejaculated exuberantly. "Talk about casting your bread upon
the waters and having it come back a whole shipload of angel cake. This
is luck. Boys, at last we're on the track of the smugglers, and if the
firm of Boone, Durant and Wallace doesn't run them down, I'll go back
home and s