“He might have shot you.”

“Come on, let us make a hunt for him!” cried Jack, and this was done.  But though they searched the vicinity for the best part of half an hour they failed to locate the man who had fled.

“Jack, who do you think it was?” questioned Pepper, as the four boys gathered in the mansion and lit one of the lamps, for it was now quite dark.

“I may be mistaken, but to me his voice sounded like that of the man Reff Ritter met in Cedarville, Cameron Smith.”

“Just what I think!” cried The Imp.  “Did you get a look at his face?”

“Not a close look, and it was too dark to see much.  But that Smith had a queer catch in his voice and this fellow had the same thing.”

“Yes, I remember that.”

“Was that the fellow Reff met?” demanded Andy.

“We are not sure, Andy, but we think so.”

“What was he doing here?” asked Fred.

“That remains for us to find out,” answered Pepper.  “Certainly the man had no right here, otherwise he wouldn’t have run away as he did.”

“Let us take a look through the house,” suggested Pepper.

A hand-lamp was lit and the boys began a systematic inspection of the Lodge.  They found nothing disturbed in most of the rooms, but when they inspected the library all set up a shout.

“The safe!”

“It has been blown open!”

“Yes, and look, the contents are scattered all over the floor!”

It was true, the small safe that was located under a bend of the stairs had been drilled and the door blown asunder.  On the floor of the library lay the shattered door and likewise several bundles of papers and legal-looking documents.  They also saw a case that had contained silverware.

“Wonder how much he took?” said Pepper.

“He took something, that is sure,” answered Jack.

“We must have come in right after he blew the safe open,” said Andy.

“Boys, I think we ought to notify the authorities at once, and also notify the Fords,” cried Jack.  “This is a serious piece of business.”

“Let us go to the nearest farmhouse and tell the folks,” suggested Andy.

He hardly uttered the words when a loud ring at the front door of the mansion made every cadet jump.

“There is somebody now!” cried Fred.

“I’ll see who it is,” said Pepper, and went off, followed by Jack.

When they opened the door they found themselves confronted by a farmer named Fasick, who lived in that vicinity.

“Hello!” cried the farmer, on noticing the uniforms the boys wore.  “What are you cadets doing here?”

“Who are you?” questioned Jack.

“I’m Isaac Fasick, and I own the farm down the road a spell.  I saw the lights here, and as Mr. Ford asked me to keep an eye on his property I made up my mind I’d come over and see what it meant.  Is he here on a visit?”

“Not that we know of, Mr. Fasick,” answered Jack.  “Come in out of the cold, and we’ll tell you something.”