ght work, and a whole lot of things
like that?"

"Sure I do! And you think----"

"I'll bet Andy has it right!" interrupted Randy. "Brown and Martell
must be in league with those Germans, and the goods and machinery and
other things they spoke about must be connected with this affair of
the disabled submarine! They wanted extra pieces of machinery most
likely, and they also wanted extra supplies, having probably used
those that they had brought along from Germany."

"You're making a pretty long guess, it seems to me," answered Spouter.
"Just the same, you may be right."

Not to be seen by Slugger Brown and Nappy Martell, the three cadets
had withdrawn to a safe distance. Now, however, all were anxious to
ascertain who might be in the cabin, and so by crouching low and
hiding behind one tree and another and then some rocks and low bushes,
they at last came up close to the opposite side of the shelter in the
forest.

"Now don't show yourselves if you can help it," said Randy in a
whisper. "And if any one is discovered, leg it for all you are worth,
and keep your faces turned away so that they can't see who you are."

With this understanding, the three cadets surveyed the situation
critically. The cabin consisted of three rooms, each boasting of a
window on either side. As it was warm, all the windows and doors were
wide open to admit the fresh air.

"And that is what I mean when I say I want to settle this matter,"
they heard, in the voice of Slogwell Brown.

"I think it's a shame that the thing has hung fire so long," said
another person in the cabin, and now the three cadets recognized the
voice of Nelson Martell. "I would never have gone into it if I had
known there would be so much delay. We took a big risk in getting the
supplies for you."

"But, gentlemen, we are not keeping you waiting any longer than is
necessary," answered a voice with a strong German accent. "We have had
a delay in receiving our own remittance. Even now it is not yet
arrived."

"Do you mean to say you haven't got the money yet?" demanded Mr.
Brown. His tone of voice showed that he felt ugly.

"It was promised to-night sure," was the answer. "Captain Fuerhman was
to obtain the money at the Haven Point bank this afternoon."

"Was he to come here with it?"

"Yes."

"Then he ought to be here by now," grumbled Nelson Martell, consulting
his watch.

"He had to see about a small piece of machinery that was to be cast
for us," resum