The boys approached with caution, keeping their eyes wide open, and presently discovered a touring car standing among the trees to one side of the cabin.
“I don’t believe that car belongs here,” said Randy. “I don’t see anything in the way of a garage. And that looks like a nice city car.”
Keeping in the shelter of some of the trees and brushwood, the cadets came still closer, and then made another discovery, which was to the effect that two young men were seated in the tonneau of the car. Each was smoking a cigarette, and they were conversing in low tones.
“I tell you I’m going to hit my dad for a hundred dollars on the strength of this,” they heard one of the occupants of the car remark. “And I bet I get it, too.”
“Well, if you get a hundred, Nappy, I’m going to hit for a hundred myself,” was the reply of the other occupant. “I guess my father can afford to give me that amount just as well as your father can afford it.”
“Oh, well, Slugger, you must remember that my dad has quite a bunch of money.”
“Huh! I don’t think he’s any better fixed than mine. Here, pass over another cigarette. Don’t forget I paid for the last ones we bought.”
“Slugger Brown and Nappy Martell!” whispered Randy excitedly. “Would you believe it?”
“What can those fellows be doing away out here in the woods?” questioned Spouter.
“I’ll bet I know what they are here for!” cried Andy, in a low voice. “They brought their fathers out here in that touring car.”