On account of his ankle, which was still somewhat weak, Spouter had remained at the bungalow. When the others returned he listened with keen interest to all they had to tell.
"Gee, that's great!" he exclaimed. "If those Germans are really guilty I hope the government officials round them up in short order."
"Yes, and round up Tony Duval, too," added Fred.
"What about Glutts and Werner?" questioned Andy.
"Well, if they have been guilty of any treachery toward our Government, they ought to suffer," was the way Gif expressed himself.
"Do you know, I'll feel rather sorry for that Herman Crouse, if he is mixed up in this," said Jack. "He seemed to be a pretty decent sort."
"Well, in these war times a man has either got to be for Uncle Sam or against him," answered Spouter.
Feeling certain that William Pollock would be unable to do anything that afternoon, the boys got a hasty lunch, and late in the afternoon went out for some more hunting. They tramped a distance of over two miles through the snow, and managed to bring down several rabbits and likewise a pheasant and some smaller birds.
"I hope we don't see any more of those wolves," said Fred, when they had started to return to the Lodge.
"Look! look!" cried Gif suddenly.