this, and there may be nothing at all,"
were Tom Rover's words, after he had listened to the story the boys
had to tell. "This may be a perfectly legitimate business transaction,
although, as I have said before, Nelson Martell has been known to go
into more than one shady transaction here in Wall Street. Generally,
however, he just manages to escape falling into the clutches of the
law."

"Yes, but Dad! you must remember how Mr. Brown tried to treat old
Barney Stevenson," broke in Randy.

"Yes, I remember that," answered his father. "And I have heard that
Brown is no more reliable than is Martell. But to know a fact is one
thing, to prove it in a court of law is another."

"And those two strangers were certainly Germans," said Andy.

"I'll look into this a little further as soon as I get time," said Tom
Rover, after a moment of thought. "And perhaps I'll speak to one of
the Secret Service men about it. It certainly will do no harm to have
these men watched for a few days."

A little later Tom Rover was through with his labors at his office,
and then he and the boys returned to the homes on Riverside Drive. The
father of the twins had to go out in the evening, and the boys spent
the time at home with their mothers and the girls.

"We can't go straight through to Haven Point this morning," announced
Jack, on the following day, when they had arrived at the railroad
terminal. "They are shipping some soldiers and some naval supplies,
and the road is somewhat balled up. The gateman told me we should have
to make two changes."

All of the mothers had come down to see the young folks off. Jack and
Fred, as well as their sisters, felt particularly sorry for their
parents, now left entirely alone so far as their own families were
concerned.

"But never mind, Ma," said Martha. "The term at Clearwater Hall will
soon be at an end, and then we'll be home again."

"And don't forget that we are to pay a visit to Camp Huxwell if the
authorities will permit it and dad is still there," added Mary to her
parent.

"Sure! we'll all go," cried Fred.

Owing to war conditions, there was no parlor car on the train, but the
boys and girls managed to get seats together, for which they were
thankful. They made themselves as comfortable as possible, and then
settled down to read their newspapers and magazines, or gaze out of
the window at the scenes which were flashing by.

There was no dining car on this train, but from the conduct