CHAPTER XI

THE FAME OF THE SILVER FOX PATROL


"I thought so!" Thad now remarked, showing what confidence he had felt
in the decision that their best policy had been to obey orders, and come
to the shore.

Several moving figures were now seen, and coming down the rocks toward
them. In another minute's time these had resolved themselves into three
men. They did not seem to be roughly dressed at all, but might be taken
for gentlemen out to have a good time fishing or cruising.

And the boys noticed, as soon as they could see anything at all, when
Thad lighted their camp lantern, that the largest of the trio wore a
blue cap such as they had seen on the head of the man who watched their
boat through his field-glasses late that afternoon.

Undoubtedly the black boat had turned back as evening set in, and it
must have been some one connected with the party, whom they had seen
waving that light from the shore.

"Good evening!" said Allan, pleasantly, as the three men ranged up close
by and evidently looked them over; "we've surrendered, you remember.
Now, what are you going to do with six Boy Scouts off for a vacation
trip on the lake?"