“I think I’d follow up the Germans who sold the formulas in the first place.”
“As for that, he is convinced that they were perfectly honest in the matter. I think the thing to do is to follow up those two other men they mentioned, Lemrech and Norris.”
Having finished reading their letters and placing the letters for the other lads in their pockets, Gif and Jack procured such supplies as the camp needed, paid for them, and started down toward their rowboat. As they were stowing their supplies away they glanced along the lakeshore and were somewhat surprised to see one of the boats from the Willoughby camp tied up there. Then they saw Halliday, Sands and the youth called Fiddler talking earnestly to Jeff. They had been told that the morning train was late and would not arrive for a good half hour.
“I wonder what those fellows want of Jeff. They don’t know him,” said Jack curiously.
The boys from Colby were on the point of rowing back to the bungalow when suddenly Billy Sands came running forward, hailing them.
“What do you want, Sands?” questioned Gif, bringing the rowboat to a stop.
“I want to ask you something about this colored man,” answered Sands. “He worked for you, didn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“Is he honest and all that sort of thing?”