indeed was a
revelation. Evidently Ward Porton was the son of the man they knew as
William Jarvey.

"My gracious! I remember now!" burst out our hero in a low tone. "When
we went to Burlington to see that old man, Obadiah Jones, about Ward
don't you remember that he told us that Ward was the son of a
good-for-nothing lieutenant in the army named Jarvey Porton? That man
Pankhurst who was captured declared that Jarvey was living under an
assumed name and had been an officer in the army. It must be true,
Roger. This fellow is really Jarvey Porton, and he is Ward Porton's
father!"

CHAPTER XXIX

THE CAPTURE

What Dave said concerning the man he had known as William Jarvey
was true. He was in reality Ward Porton's father, his full name being
William Jarvey Porton. Years before, however, on entering the United
States Army, he had dropped the name William and been known only
as Jarvey Porton. Later, on being dismissed from the army for
irregularities in his accounts, he had assumed the name of William
Jarvey.

A lively discussion lasting several minutes, and which our hero and
Roger failed to catch, followed the discovery of Jarvey Porton's
identity. Then the listeners heard the former lieutenant say:

"Brown, I think you had better go outside and watch to make sure that
no one is coming to this place."

"All right, just as you say," was the other man's answer. Evidently he
understood that this was a hint that Jarvey Porton wished to speak to
his son in private.

As Packard Brown placed his hand on the door leading to the semi-dark
hallway Dave and Roger lost no time in tiptoeing their way back to the
closet in which they had before hidden. From this place they saw Brown
leave the room and walk outside. Then they returned to their position
at the door.

"Are you sure the cases are in a safe place, Ward?" they heard Jarvey
Porton ask anxiously.

"Sure of it, Dad. I hid them with great care."

"Are you sure nobody saw you do it?"

"Not a soul."

"Where was the place?"

"On a high knoll not far from where we have been tying up the boats,"
answered Ward Porton. "There are a number of big rocks there, and I
found a fine _cache_ between them."

"It's rather dangerous to leave them around that way," grumbled the
man. "Maybe you would have done better if you had brought them over
here."

"I thought there would be no use in carting them back and forth,"
returned the son. "I wanted to have them handy, i