It was four o'clock when they emerged, each well pleased with the score he had run up. After a brief stop at a drug store soda fountain for hot chocolate, Bob was of the opinion that camp was almost as exciting as Glenwood and that they had better be beating it up the road. Frequent side-stepping to allow the passing of jitneys to and from camp finally moved Bob to propose impatiently, "Let's get off this turnpike and hit it up across the fields. It may be a little bit roundabout but we've lots of time to get back to camp." Roger and Jimmy agreeing, the trio left the highway, leaping a stump fence and striking off across a meadow, the withered grass of which still showed patches of green. Crossing it they went on to another field, which continued level for a little way, then sloped gradually downward. Coming to the point where the descent began, three voices were suddenly raised in a concerted shout. Their eyes had simultaneously spied at the foot of the slope that which had evoked the outcry. "Come on!" yelled Jimmy, breaking into a run. "It's an aeroplane. Looks as though it had flopped. Maybe someone's hurt or killed!" With a shout, a figure emerged from behind the fuselage of the quiescent plane and stood still, gazing straight at the rapidly advancing trio. "One man alive!" yelled Bob. "Hope he's the whole show! Hey there! Anybody hurt?" "Nope," came the cheerful hail. "Old Auntie's just wanted to take a rest. She takes 'em once in a while. She's all right now. We were getting ready to go up when we heard you yell." With this reassuring information the speaker stepped forward, halting a few paces from the newcomers. Close survey of him showed a grinning, boyish face, looking out from a close-fitting hood. It was lighted by two dancing blue eyes, bluer by reason of their heavily marked brows and thick black lashes. "Gee!" exploded Jimmy. "We thought it was a sure-enough smash-up! Some plane you've got there. Mind if we take a look----" He broke off abruptly, his gray eyes widening. From the elevator of the motionless plane a stooping figure suddenly straightened up. For an instant Jimmy was under the impression that he was seeing double. "Why--what----" he gasped, as he stared stupidly at this second youth, so identically like the first, even to his wide grin. "Twins!" Bob's quick brain had instantly grasped the situation. "Well, I'll be jiggered!" "How did you guess it?" laughed the youth they had first addressed. "You don't think we look alike, do you?" "Not enough so that I'd ever be able to tell you apart," retorted Bob, his black eyes twinkling. "Oh, that's easy enough when you know us," was the jesting assurance of the other twin. "We never have any trouble about it ourselves. I wouldn't have to be a detective to spot where you fellows live. How's Camp Sterling, anyway?"