march them up there on foot. We
can come up later and bring you supplies."

"Do you think it's as bad as all that?" questioned Tony Duval nervously.

"I do! They have learned too much! And if word of this got to the
authorities it might go hard with all of us."

Thereupon the six cadets were ordered to get their belongings together
and prepare to leave the Lodge. All demurred, but the Germans and Duval
showed their weapons and acted so threateningly that there was nothing
left to do but to obey.

"This is the worst yet!" groaned Fred. "Where in the world do they
intend to take us?"

"Don't ask me," replied Randy dismally.

"If only we could get at our guns," whispered Gif.

"Let's make a dash for them," suggested Jack.

"Yes, and get shot down on the spot!" returned Spouter.

With their belongings over their shoulders, the six cadets had just been
marched out of the Lodge when there came an unexpected interruption.
Glancing toward the river, Jack saw a body of men approaching. They were
at least eight or ten in number, and the man in the lead was William
Pollock.

"Look! look!" whispered the oldest Rover boy to the others. "There is
that Secret Service agent, and he has an armed posse with him."

"Grab the guns and make for the Lodge," suggested Randy.

A shout came from the woods as Pollock approached. This surprised the
Germans and Duval, and, noting the number of men coming on, they were
bewildered and did not know what to do. It was just such a diversion as
the boys were hoping for, and in a trice they had rushed for their guns
and secured their weapons. Then Jack sent up a shout.

"Mr. Pollock! Mr. Pollock! This way! Here are those Germans now! And
Tony Duval is with them!"

The things that happened next came so rapidly that it is almost
impossible to describe them. At first the Germans and Duval sought to
make resistance, and several shots were fired by them. The boys and some
of the Secret Service posse fired in return, and Duval was struck in the
arm and one of the Germans got a bullet through his leg. Then the
Germans and Duval made a rush for the sleigh in an endeavor to escape.

But William Pollock and his men had handled such desperate characters
before. Two of them leaped in front of the moving horses and stopped
them, while the others surrounded the men in the sleigh and pointed
their guns at the fellows.

"Hands up, all of you!" ordered Pollock sternly. "Quick now, if you
don't want us