The two young officers were on the point of leaving the cow sheds when, quite unexpectedly, they ran into Jed Kessler.
“Hello! I thought I’d see some of you fellers,” cried the old dockman. “Out for your annual encampment, I understand.”
“Yes,” answered Jack. “How are you these days? Have you got over the effects of that explosion?”
“I’m about over it—although I haven’t returned to work yet,” answered Kessler. “You see, those awful shocks, and being thrown into the lake that way, kind of got on my nerves. My folks don’t want me to go back until I’m feelin’ stronger.”
“Have they resumed work at the shell-loading plant?” questioned Fred.
“They’re startin’ up to-day. One gang is clearin’ up the wreckage, while a number of the old hands are at work in the places that wasn’t damaged very much. And say! I’ve got something to tell you that I know you’ll be interested to hear,” went on old Jed Kessler.
“What is that?” questioned Jack.
“I saw those two German-lookin’ fellers again early this morning, when I was on my way here to visit my brother who works on this farm.”
“You did!” cried the two Rovers simultaneously.
“Where were they?” added Jack.