ough. Also, we must wire
the Customs Chief that we have done our work. I think probably the boys
feel the same way that I do," said Garry.

"Well, if that is what you would like, it is very simple, and is a
modest request. Leave that all to me. I'll stop off at Augusta and fix
it for you. By the way, now that everything is all over, I may as well
tell you that I am in complete charge of all Customs agents and houses
for the entire northeastern part of the United States, so I guess I have
influence enough to get your furlough fixed up for you," said Fernald,
to the surprise of the boys.

Mr. Everett, however, proclaimed at once:

"I knew that all the time."

"Yes, I fancy you did," he said with a smile. "Now, I'm for a few
minutes' sleep before morning train time."

"Yes, I guess we can all use a little," said Everett.

All trooped off to bed, having been told by Everett first that they
could sleep until nine, as there was no train out that Fernald could
take until ten o'clock, and he would have time for breakfast before
starting back for Washington.

Rising time came all too soon, and the boys walked to the station to see
Fernald off. Then they went back to the Everett house to get their
rifles, and bid them goodbye, for they wanted to be off for their
lean-to in the woods, there to plan out how to spend the week furlough
they were depending on Fernald to secure for them.

They found the lean-to as they had left it, and their knapsacks and
groceries were retrieved from their caches in the trees, as safe and
sound as they were when they were put there some days before.

"I wonder if we are safe from LeBlanc?" asked Garry.

"I should say yes to that question, Garry," answered Phil. "He has been
beaten at every turn. His friends are on their way to jail in Bangor, to
be held for hearing before the United States Commissioner there, and he
knows that the Customs service men will be relentless in their watch for
him now that he has broken the law of the country. Besides, we shall
soon be away from here, for I suggest we hike out soon for Lake Umculos,
which is about thirty miles from here, and get some good fishing. The
lake trout ought to be biting fine just about now, and we could get in
some good swimming too, and that would please old heavyweight Dick."

Dick, as some of our readers know, was like a fish in the water, as most
fat people are.

As they prepared lunch over the campfire, Phil broke out with: