CHAPTER IV
THE LENA KNOBLOCH
“What did I tell you?” inquired Jimmie, as the boys passed the man. “There he stands with his arms folded and grins like a cream stealing cat! I wish I had a half a brick! We’ll have to watch out for him!”
“It surely looks as if you were right, Jimmie!” assented Ned.
“But what gets me,” put in Harry, “is why he should be after us! What have we done? He seems to have information that we’re criminals!”
“It looks mighty strange that he should have stolen the package out of that hut and then continue to insist that we have it,” remarked Ned. “Are you sure he’s the same fellow, Jimmie?”
“It’s the very same hand,” declared the lad, “and that hand is a dead give away! I wonder he didn’t wear a glove or bandage!”
“Maybe he didn’t have time when he got the package,” explained Jack. “Can anyone tell me how the thing got into our kits?”
This question was unanswerable by any of the lads. Puzzling over the strange adventures they had recently encountered the lads proceeded to their hotel, where they spent some time in freshening both themselves and their uniforms and in rearranging their baggage.
At supper time they were tired and very hungry. At the first opportunity they proceeded to the restaurant where they had formerly eaten.