Monday morning the young hunters took it easy, and it was not until after lunch that they thought of going out once again with their guns.
"Might as well make the best of what time is left to us," was the way Fred expressed himself. "Before long we'll have to be at the Colby Hall grind again."
"Don't mention school to me," answered Andy. "This kind of a life suits me down to the heels."
The boys were almost ready to leave the Lodge when they heard the jingle of sleigh bells and to their surprise saw a large sled approaching filled with the bundled-up figures of men.
"Hello, it must be those Secret Service agents!" cried Gif. "Now maybe there will be something doing!"
All watched the approach of the big sleigh, and were then surprised to see that the turnout contained the four Germans they had met before, and likewise Tony Duval and a sixth man, who was a stranger to them.
"Are you at home?" called out the largest of the Germans, the man named Bauermann.
"Looks as if we were, doesn't it?" answered Jack, as he stood in the doorway with the others peering over his shoulders.
"We would like to have a talk with you, young man," went on Emil Bauermann, with a frown on his face. "We came over here on purpose to see you."
"If you young men have been trying to make trouble for me you shall suffer for it," came in a growl from Tony Duval.