"That's because they don't know them as well as I and Rockley do."

A few words more passed, and then Lew Flapp slipped into the camp lines
and made his way between the long rows of tents.

He had gained from Link Smith just the information he desired, namely,
the location of the Rover boys' sleeping quarters. He looked back, to
make certain that Link was not watching him, and then hurried on to
where the Rovers rested, totally unconscious of the proximity of their
enemy.

"I'll show them what I can do," muttered Lew Flapp to himself. "I'll
make them wish they had never been born!"

At last the tent was reached and with caution he opened the flap and
peered inside. All was dark, and with a hand that was none too steady
he struck a match and held it up.

Each of the Rover boys lay sleeping peacefully on his cot, with his
clothing hung up on one of the tent poles.

"Now for working my little plan," murmured Flapp, and allowed the match
to go out. In a second more he was inside the tent, moving around
cautiously so as not to disturb the sleepers.

The bully remained in the tent all of ten minutes. Then he came out as
cautiously as he had entered, and fairly ran to where Link Smith was
still on guard.