both at hunting and at fishing. This time Spouter went along, and while
the others were fishing with more or less success the orator of Colby
Hall had the honor of stirring up a brook mink of fair size and laying
it low.

"You've got a nice little neck-piece there for somebody," said Jack, as
he looked at the soft fur of the mink. "You can count yourself lucky."

Another Sunday was passed in camp, but still the Secret Service agent
did not show himself. On the Sabbath day Jed Wallop came down to see
them. They said nothing to the old hunter of what was in the wind.

"I am sorry to hear your vacation is drawin' to a close," said Jed
Wallop. "But you ought to be purty well satisfied over what you've got.
It ain't everybody that can git a silver fox and other foxes too, and a
wolf and a brook mink, not to say anything about rabbits, squirrels,
partridges, and sech. I think you lads have done wonderful well."

"I think so myself," answered Gif.

Monday morning the young hunters took it easy, and it was not until
after lunch that they thought of going out once again with their guns.

"Might as well make the best of what time is left to us," was the way
Fred expressed himself. "Before long we'll have to be at the Colby Hall
grind again."

"Don't mention school to me," answered Andy. "This kind of a life suits
me down to the heels."

The boys were almost ready to leave the Lodge when they heard the jingle
of sleigh bells and to their surprise saw a large sled approaching
filled with the bundled-up figures of men.

"Hello, it must be those Secret Service agents!" cried Gif. "Now maybe
there will be something doing!"

All watched the approach of the big sleigh, and were then surprised to
see that the turnout contained the four Germans they had met before, and
likewise Tony Duval and a sixth man, who was a stranger to them.

"Are you at home?" called out the largest of the Germans, the man named
Bauermann.

"Looks as if we were, doesn't it?" answered Jack, as he stood in the
doorway with the others peering over his shoulders.

"We would like to have a talk with you, young man," went on Emil
Bauermann, with a frown on his face. "We came over here on purpose to
see you."

"If you young men have been trying to make trouble for me you shall
suffer for it," came in a growl from Tony Duval.

"Who said we were trying to make trouble for you, Duval?" demanded Gif.

"Bah! you cannot fool me, Garrison," said the hunter