"The uniforms are all gone!" burst out Merritt.
"What uniforms?"
"Ours—the Eagle Patrols'."
"What! Stolen?"
"That's right," hurried on Merritt. "I met old Mrs. Jones in a terrible state of mind. You know, Mr. Blake, she's the old woman who scrubs out the place in the morning. I asked what was the matter, and she told me that when she went to the armory early to-day, she found the lock forced and all the lockers broken open and the uniforms gone!"
"Have you seen the place?" asked Mr. Blake.
"Yes, I followed her up. The room was turned upside down. The locks had been ripped right off and the lockers rifled of everything. Who can have done it?"
"I'll bet anything Jack Curtiss and his gang had something to do with it, just as I believe they put up some crooked job on the captain!" burst out Rob, greatly excited and his breakfast entirely forgotten.
"Be careful how you make such a grave accusation," warned his father.
"I know it's a tough thing to say," admitted Rob; "but you don't know that bunch like we do. They'd—"