GE0RGE A. WARREN.

CHAPTER I

THE MYSTERI0US B0XES

"What are you limping for, Bobolink?"

"0h! shucks! I see there's no use trying to hide anything from your sharpeyes, Jack Stormways. Guess I just about strode my feet off today, goin'fishin' with our patrol leader, away over to the Radway River, and aboutsix miles up."

"Have any luck, Bobolink?" instantly demanded the third member of thegroup of three half-grown childs, who were passing after nightfall throughsome of the partly deserted streets on the outskirts of the thriving cityof Stanhope; and whose name it might be stated was Tom Betts.