The Rover Boys on a Hunt; or, The Mysterious House in the Woods. Stratemeyer Edward

XXVI

       WHAT THE BIG BARN CONTAINED

       CHAPTER XXVII

       THE COMING OF THE WOLVES

       CHAPTER XXVIII

       THE MAN IN THE GREY OVERCOAT

       CHAPTER XXIX

       WHAT HAPPENED AT THE LODGE

       CHAPTER XXX

       THE EXPOSURE—CONCLUSION

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       "THE WOLVES GAVE LOUD YELPS OF PAIN."

       "DOWN TOWARD THE HIGHWAY SHOT THE BLUE MOON."

       "HE WENT ROLLING AND SLIDING DOWN THE PLANK INTO THE SNOW."

       "BANG! BANG! BANG! WENT THE GUNS IN THE HANDS OF GIF, RANDY, AND SPOUTER."

CHAPTER I

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THE BOBSLED RACE

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      "All ready, boys?"

      "Wait a minute, Jack."

      "Can't wait; life is too short!" cried Jack Rover gayly. He was seated at the front of a long bobsled holding six boys. "Remember, we've got to be back at the Hall in half an hour."

      "Please don't mention it!" pleaded Randy Rover, his cousin.

      "Hi, you fellows! are you going to race or not?" came from another youth on a bobsled standing close by.

      "You bet we're going to race!" sang out Fred Rover, who was at the tail end of the first sled. "And we'll beat you, too, Bill Glutts!"

      "You will, like fun!" grumbled the cadet addressed, a rather heavy-set and by-no-means pre-possessing youth. "Come on now, unless you're afraid."

      "We're afraid of nobody!" sang out Andy Rover, and, leaning sideways from where he sat on the bobsled, he scooped up a handful of loose snow and threw it playfully at Glutts.

      "Hi, you! what do you mean?" roared Bill Glutts in anger, as the snow landed directly behind his right ear.

      "Hello! I guess it must have begun to snow again," cried Randy Rover, mischievously.

      "I'll 'snow' you!" retorted Glutts. "I guess you fellows are afraid to race. That's why you are cutting up."

      "Never mind—race them anyway, Bill," came from a small, pasty-faced youth, who was usually called Codfish on account of his broad mouth. "Go ahead and show 'em what your new bobsled can do."

      "That's the talk!" cried another cadet, a newcomer at the academy. "Show 'em that the Yellow Streak can lick anything on this hill."

      "That's a dream that will never come true!" cried Spouter Powell. "Come ahead, Jack, let's start this race," he added to the oldest Rover boy.

      The scene was Long Hill, a rise of ground located about midway between Colby Hall Military Academy and the town of Haven Point. There was something of a wagon road leading up the hill from the main highway which skirted Clearwater Lake, and this road had been converted by the cadets of the academy into a slide for their bobsleds.

      From the top of the hill the slide ran down and over two smaller hills, then crossed the main highway and shot down another road onto the lake, which at this season of the year was covered with ice.

      It was a Saturday afternoon, and, as usual, the cadets of the military academy were making the most of their off time, some with bobsleds and other with ordinary handsleds and what were locally called "bread shovels."

      For some weeks before this the boys, as well as many other residents in that vicinity, had enjoyed skating on the lake. But a rather wet snow had fallen which the wind had been unable to sweep away, and consequently skating became a thing of the past. Then the lads turned to their bobsleds, the Rovers getting out one they had used the season before. This they painted and varnished very carefully and christened the Blue Moon.

      "Because, you see," explained Randy, with a wink, "it's only once in a blue moon that she'll be beaten."

      The Rovers and their chums, as well as many other cadets and boys and girls from that vicinity, had been using the hill for a couple of hours when the race between the Blue Moon and the Yellow Streak was proposed by Nick Carncross, the new friend of Bill Glutts.

      Now, as my old readers know, the Rovers and Bill Glutts were by no means on good terms with each other. In the past Glutts had proved himself anything but a friend, and they had had more than one personal encounter with this freckled-faced bully.

      But it was not in the nature of any of the Rover boys to refuse a challenge to race, knowing well that if this was done many would think they were afraid of being beaten. So the challenge was accepted, and immediately the details were arranged.

      Each bobsled was to carry six cadets, and they were to start down the hill side by side, the Blue Moon keeping well to the right and the Yellow Streak well to the left. The first sled to cross a mark located out on the lake was to be declared the winner.

      With the four Rover boys were their intimate chums, Spouter Powell