nearly a week I've had a funny order. One dark night some one pushed up a window here and threw in a card. It contained instructions and a ten-dollar bill."
"That's pretty mysterious," said the interested Zeph.
"The card told me that if I wanted to continue a good trade, I would say nothing about it, but every night at dark drive to a certain point in the timber yonder with a basket containing a good solid day's feed for half-a-dozen men."
"Well, well," murmured Zeph, while Ralph gave quite a start, but remained silent, though strictly attentive.
"Well, I have acted on orders given, and haven't said a word about it to anybody but you, Ralph. The reason I tell you is, because I think you are interested in some of the persons who are buying meals from me in this strange way. It's all right for me to speak out before your friend here?"
"Oh, certainly," assented Ralph.
"Well, Ike Slump is one of the party in the woods, and Mort Bemis is another."
"I guessed that the moment you began your story," said Ralph, "and I am looking for those very persons."
"I thought you would be interested. They
