n't open the window this morning?"

"No, sir."

"Then that is where the thief must have come in," remarked Roger.

"I think we had better take a look around and see just how much is
missing," advised Phil. "The thief may have cleaned us out more than we
imagine."

Upon this, a systematic search was made through all the rooms of the
bungalow. In the midst of the work Ben came running over from the other
place.

"Say, what do you know about this!" he called out. "Somebody visited our
bungalow last night and took nearly all our victuals and our tableware
and our kitchen utensils!"

"The same thing happened here, Ben," answered Dave. "We are just sizing
up the situation, to find out how much is gone."

"The others are at that now over at our bungalow. I thought I'd run over
to tell you. I'll go back and tell them you are in the same fix. This is
fierce; isn't it?" And then Ben hurried away.

An examination of the premises showed that all the tableware of value
had disappeared, along with two rings which Laura had left on the
mantelpiece in the living-room. From the kitchen nearly everything used
in cooking was gone, and likewise almost everything from the pantry and
the ice-box.

"Oh, my two rings!" burst out Laura. "The diamond that dad gave me and
the beautiful ruby from Uncle Dunston!"

"It's too bad, Laura!" declared Jessie.

"That's what it is!" said Dave. "We'll have to get after that burglar,
whoever he is."

"This looks to me like the work of some of these people who are camping
out in the Adirondacks," announced Roger. "What would an ordinary
burglar do with a lot of kitchen utensils, not to mention canned goods
and stuff from an ice-box?"

"Maybe they took the stuff from the ice-box to eat," suggested Dave. "It
might be that they would rather camp out than run the risk of going to
Carpen Falls, or to some of the hotels, for their meals."

Having completed the search in the bungalows, the boys, followed by the
others, went outside. Here they discovered a great number of footprints
leading back and forth from the pantry window to the edge of the forest.
Among some jagged rocks, the trail was lost.

"Looks to me as if there must have been half a dozen fellows in this
raid," announced Roger. "What do you think of it, Dave?"

"Either that, or else the fellow who did the job made a dozen trips or
more. To me, the footprints look very much alike."

Presently the crowd went over to the Basswood bunga