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BARNEY STEVENSON 44 VI DEEP IN THE WOODS 56 VII AN UNEXPECTED MEETING 65 VIII THE SLEIGHING PARTY 76 IX A MISHAP ON THE ROAD 86 X SOMETHING ABOUT TWO GOATS 96 XI THE JOKE ON ASA LEMM 108 XII IN COLONEL COLBY'S OFFICE 119 XIII ASA LEMM IS DISMISSED 132 XIV OVERHEARING A PLOT 143 XV AN ALARM OF FIRE 152 XVI PUTTING OUT THE FLAMES 161 XVII CAUGHT IN THE ACT 168 XVIII HOME AGAIN 177 XIX OFF FOR SNOWSHOE ISLAND 188 XX CAUGHT IN A SNOWSTORM 197 XXI AN ASTONISHING REVELATION 207 XXII THE FIRST NIGHT ON THE ISLAND 216 XXIII UNEXPECTED VISITORS 226 XXIV A WAR OF WORDS 237 XXV FACING THE WOLVES 247 XXVI JACK FREES HIS MIND 258 XXVII THE BLUE TIN BOX 268 XXVIII UNCLE BARNEY'S SECRET 279 XXIX THE DISCOVERY 289 XXX SETTLING ACCOUNTS--CONCLUSION 298

THE ROVER BOYS ON SNOWSHOE ISLAND
CHAPTER I
FUN ON THE ICE
"Everybody ready?"
"Sure! Been ready half an hour."
"Wait a minute, Frank, till I tighten my skate strap," cried Fred Rover, as he bent down to adjust the loosened bit of leather.
"Hurry up, Fred, we don't want to stand here all day," sang out his Cousin Andy gaily.
"That's it! I want to win this race," broke in Randy Rover, Andy's twin brother.
"Now remember, the race is to be to the old white pine and back," announced the starter. "Every contestant has got to touch the tree before he starts to come back; otherwise he'll be counted out."
"You ought to have a pistol to start us with," came from Jack Rover.
"I guess my old locomotive whistle will do for that," answered Frank Newberry. He paused to look at the line of skaters. "Now then, everybody on the job!" and a loud whistle rent the air.
Instantly there was a scurry of skates, and off the line started across Clearwater Lake to where a blasted pine tree reared its naked trunk against the skyline.
It was a Saturday afternoon in early winter, and the cadets of Colby Hall Military Academy were out in force to enjoy themselves on the smooth ice of the lake, near which the school was located. The cadets had been amusing themselves in various ways, playing tag and hockey, and in "snapping the whip," as it is called, when Gif Garrison, at the head of the athletic association, had suggested a race.
"We might as well find out who is the best skater in the school," Gif had said.
"Right you are," had come from his particular chum, Spouter Powell. "Let us get up a race by all means."
With so many cadets who could skate well, it was an easy matter to arrange for the contest. To make the matter more interesting, one of the Hall professors, Mr. Brice, said he would give some prizes to the pupils coming in first, second and third.
"I'll give a fine book of adventures to the first cadet, and also books to the others," Mr. Brice announced. He was still a young man, and in hearty sympathy with everything in the way of outdoor sports.
Among those to enter the contest were Jack Rover and his three cousins, Fred, Andy and Randy. All were provided with hockey skates, and each felt confident of making a good record for himself. Yet they all knew that the school boasted of some fine skaters, one lad in particular, Dan Soppinger, having won several contests on the ice in years gone by.
"We've got our work cut out for us!" cried Fred Rover, as he skated beside Jack.
"Save your wind, Fred," answered his cousin briefly.
"Believe me, this is going to be some race!" came from Randy, who was on the other side of Jack, with his twin brother next to him.
"I don't care who wins so long as I'm not last," responded his twin merrily.
Over twenty cadets had started in the contest, and soon the line, which had been fairly even for a few seconds after the whistle had sounded, began to take on a straggly appearance, as some skaters forged ahead and others fell behind.
"Don't give up! Everybody keep in the race until the finish!" cried Professor Brice encouragingly. "Remember, a race isn't over until the end is reached."
Thus encouraged, those who were in the rear did their best to overtake those ahead. But gradually the skaters divided into three groups; eight in the lead, six but a short distance behind them, and the others several yards further to the rear.
In the front group were Jack and his cousin Randy, while Fred and Andy were less than ten feet behind.
The distance across Clearwater Lake was about half a mile, but the blasted pine tree was located some distance down the shore, so that the race would be close to a mile and a half in length.
Spouter Powell was in the lead when