ickly.

"His horse is gone lame, and he say you do that," cried Tony Duval. "I
do not want such people as you around my place. You can go back, and you
must stay off my property," and Tony Duval emphasized his words by
handling his shotgun suggestively.

"If Werner and his friend are here we want to see them," cried Jack
sharply. "Which shack do they live in?"

"They live there." Duval pointed with his thumb. "They are not at home
now. They go on a hunt. But you shall not make more trouble for them or
you will hear from me," and again he handled his gun suggestively. The
man's face was very red and looked as if he had been drinking. Evidently
he was in an ugly humor.

After that the cadets attempted to argue with Tony Duval, but all to no
purpose. He was very stubborn, and he insisted upon it that they had
already made a great deal of trouble for his patrons. He finally ordered
them away, and acted so threateningly that they retired.

"Well, we've had our walk for nothing," remarked Fred, when they were in
the woods again.

"I don't know about that," answered Randy. "Let us keep our eyes open.
Maybe we'll run across Werner and Glutts."

The four Rovers and their chums walked leisurely through the woods,
keeping their eyes open for the possible appearance of their enemies,
and also for any game that might present itself. Thus the best part of
an hour went by, and they managed to bring down one more rabbit and also
a squirrel. Then they heard some shooting at a distance, and walked
cautiously in that direction.

"There they are!" cried Randy presently, and pointed out of the woods
and across a small clearing.

All looked in the direction indicated, and there saw Werner, Glutts, and
Codfish. Each had a gun, and the three had been shooting at a number of
rabbits. Only Werner had been successful, the others shooting wide of
the mark.

"Let us circle the clearing and surprise them," said Jack, and to this
the others immediately agreed.

With caution they made their way around the clearing, doing their best
to remain hidden from the other boys. They had no desire to be mistaken
for game and shot at, so they had to keep their eyes on the alert as
they advanced.

Werner and his cronies had passed into the woods, and now were making
their way down a hillside into a hollow where they had built a
fair-sized campfire. As the Rovers and their chums came closer they saw
the three sitting around the campfire and evident