CHAPTER XVII.
HEN TURNS HIS VOICE LOOSE "I see some one coming!" called Greg, who, after breakfast, had taken up the post by the unshuttered window.
Crash! Hen Dutcher dropped the crockery plate he was drying, then plunged headlong into Dick's bunk, burrowing under the blankets.
"It's our crowd!" cried Dick joyously, as he leaped to Greg Holmes's side.

"And there are two men with 'em." "Oh, pshaw! Why didn't you say so before ?" came in a half smothered voice as Dutcher thrust his head partly from under the blankets.

Then he added, suddenly, in a quaking voice: "Say, you fellows better hide--quick! If old Fitsey is in the cook shack there's bound to be some shooting." With that Dutcher hid his head once more.

But Dick, Greg and Harry paid no heed to him.

They were busy getting on coats, caps and mittens.