"He had the code message addressed to Will?" asked George.
"Yes," was the reply.
"The untranslated code message?" Will asked.
"Yes, the untranslated code message."
"Glory be!" shouted George.
Frank looked at the boy in wonder for a moment, and then turned to Will with a question in his eyes.
"It's a long story," Will said in answer to the look, "and we'd better wait until we get to the cabin before entering upon it."
"Is Bert all right?" asked Frank.
"He got a little bump on the head somewhere," answered George, "but he'll come out of that all right, in time. I wasn't rejoicing because your chum got a poke on the belfry," George went on, whimsically, "I was shouting because the man who stole the code message didn't accomplish anything."
Frank, who was now standing by the fire collecting such bits of wardrobe as had been removed from his handbag, and also collecting the remains of the solitary lunch of which he had partaken that morning, again turned to Will with an interrogation point in each eye.