A crashing through the brushwood back of the trees followed. Dick held up the lamp and threw the rays in the direction of the sounds. He and his brothers caught a glimpse of twc boys or men hurrying away.
"Stop, or I'll shoot!" cried Tom, although he had no weapon at his command. But this cry only made the fleeing ones move the faster.
"Sam, you stay with the girls," said Dick quickly. "Tom and I can go after those rascals."
"All right, but take care; they may be dangerous," answered the youngest Rover.
Tom had picked up a good sized stone. Now he hurled it aaead into the bushes. A cry of alarm followed, but whether he hit anybody or not he could not tell.
Holding the lamp so that it would light up the scene ahead, Dick and Tom ran through the grove of trees and then into the thicket of brushwood beyond. They could hear two persons working their way along, and knew they must be the fellows they were after. Once they caught sight of the rascals, but the evildoers lost no time in seeking cover by running for another patch of undergrowth.
"Say, this is fierce!" cried Tom as he stepped into a hole and tumbled headlong.
