The Mystery at Camp Lenape

feet to keep them on the path that ran through the pines on the northern edge of the campus. Je

ispered. "I thought I heard something over to

I don't hear anything. Come o

We don't want to get caught. You s

marked beforehand the lower bunk occupied by Mr. Colby, which was on the far side. With the greatest caution, the twins circled through the underbrush and crept beneath the moorings of the tent-ropes. The councilor's bu

y, I know I heard something-there, right bac

reason to hurry. Ready?" He fished Alexander forth. "Quick, now

a few feet away, and a brilliant flare

the open rear of the tent, Sherlock Jones stood, a flaming flashlight-pan held high over his head with one hand, his other hand clicking the shutter of the camera, placed on a tripod and aimed straight at the bunk over which bent

blinded by the dazzling glare. The boy's backward movement caused him to bump his head heavily against the moorin

brief second of brightness. He could not hold in the cry that came to his lips. Not si

the stranger. That twisted visage, he was sure, belonged to no one of the leaders of Lenape, nor any of the neighboring farmers that he knew. The head was completely bald,

ndly beneath the mooring-pole, he made for the shelter of the trees. Behind h

, crashed into the trunk of a tree. He lay stunned where he fell. Dancing sparks flickered before his e

bushes. "Is that you, Jerry?" he called hoarsely, finding his voice and struggling to a

to contact with flesh! Some heavy body fell upon his, a writhing mass of humanity. His groping hand clutched a bony arm clothed in some rough, thin

a question which of the two was the more frightened. Jerry found and clung to a flailing leg until a sudden kick s

n the dark, hastening toward the scene of commotion; but there was a chance that he had not been disturbed, as the lanky councilor was known throughout the camp as a sound sleeper who had to fight his way to wakefulness at Reveille. Jake's knowledge of the lay of the land now stood him in good stead, and he quickly found the path and scurried toward Tent Ten, strip

tures, were you? Well, Jones, if I didn't know that you were

pered. "If you knew what I was

have any explanation to make, you can save it until morning.

etective have been doing there at that hour? It must have been he whom they heard following them on their expedition. Well, time enough to worry in the morning! He listened

evidence that he had risked all to obtain proof of the raid. He cast a grim glance toward Jake's outstretched form as he donn

undering detective could not have failed to note the clue which a tree-trunk had left on the face of Jake Utway. His left eye was ringed about with an inflamed patch of black-and-blue bruises-the

r a chunk of beefsteak to drape over that eye of yours. In a couple days you're going to hav

ust have walked into something," he said, with due regard for the truth. "You better s

eady decided to refer to his latest case under the resou

ype="