woods at a given signal. "One of the school fellows, aren't you?"
Frank nodded.
"Thought so. Let's see, your name is"
"Oh, call me Brown for short," retorted Frank with a laugh.
"You can't fool me," declared Jem, coming nearer.
"What do you want to know my name for?" demanded Frank.
"I'm sort of curious, that's all. Say, you give us the initial, and I'll bet we can guess at the rest of it."
"Think so? All right, what do you saw to N, now?"
"I'd say Ned, right off the handle," piped in Dan.
"All right," laughed Frank. "Then you might take F for the last name."
"Foreman—Ned Foreman!" shouted Dan excitedly. "It's him, Jem. The light suit of clothes that Brady told us about"
"Shut up—the bag!"
Quick as lightning Dan drew something from his breast and sprang forward. It was to slip a canvas bag over Frank's head. Then each of the men pinioned an arm, and Frank was a prisoner.
This was just as Frank had calculated it would
