ntly having its effect.

"I've got my skates, and I'm going to skate down to Henryville
to-morrow," said Stowell. "From there I can take the public sleigh to
Timminsport, and go home that way. Wish I was there now!"

Soon supper was under way, and, while eating, the other cadets related
to their chum what they had seen and heard around the old house in the
woods.

"There sure is something wrong up there," declared Spouter, whose
sprained ankle was much better. "Those fellows are up to no good. I
think, Jack, we ought to notify the authorities."

"We talked that over, Spouter; and we have concluded that we will take
another look around the place first," was the reply.

The others questioned Stowell again, but could get little further
information from the young cadet. He was satisfied, however, that Werner
had been doing some queer things for Tony Duval, and that Bill Glutts
had assisted his crony.

"There is something strange about the whole business," said he. "Once or
twice I asked Bill or Gabe about it, but I never could get any
satisfaction. I sometimes think carrying that message was only a bluff,
and that the Germans were merely trying to test out Bill and Gabe, to
see if they could not get them to do something else."

In the morning came a big surprise. It was snowing and blowing
furiously, and to go hunting or to do anything else outside was
practically out of the question. The windows were coated with ice.

"I guess I'll have to stay with you fellows for awhile," remarked
Stowell dolefully. "I wouldn't dare to try to get to Henryville in such
a snowstorm as this."

"You stay right where you are, Henry, and make yourself comfortable,"
said Gif. "As long as you're willing to do your share of the work around
here, you shall have your share of whatever there is to eat."

"It's very nice of you fellows to treat me this way after all that has
happened," said the young cadet. "Of course I'll do my full share of the
work. When I was with Bill and Gabe they always wanted me to do
everything."

The storm continued all that day, the wind, if anything, increasing in
violence. All the boys could do was to keep the fire going and make
themselves as comfortable as possible inside the Lodge. They read, wrote
letters, and played games, and also tried their hands at more
candy-making, and also the baking of some pies and cookies.

"Gee! those pies are pretty good," announced Spouter, after a piece of
one of them ha