"Look down and see if you can make out who was doing that talking, Roger," Jimmy directed. "I have a flashlight in my pocket, but I guess the water's put it out of business. Otherwise, we could see what sort of place we're in." Jimmy's fears regarding the light were only too true. It was useless without a new battery. Roger looked down toward the road, but could see nothing, nor did they hear any more talk. They were debating with themselves what was best to do when it began to rain hard, and Jimmy said: "Well, we can keep dry in here, or, at least, we won't get any wetter. Good thing we found this cave when we did. But I'd like to have a light so we could see what it is. Might be a whole squad of Huns in here for all we know." "Not very likely," decided Roger. "If there were any here they'd have tackled us before this. Say, this is some storm! "I'd like to know who it was we heard," continued Roger, when he and his chum had been in the cave perhaps half an hour. "So would I," assented Jimmy. "Well, if it stops raining we can----" He came to a sudden pause, and Roger understood why, for there was a noise in the rear of the cave. It was the sound of two persons talking. And the Khaki Boys, looking into the blackness back of them, saw the glimmer of a light. "Look! There is someone in here!" whispered Jimmy. "Let's creep back and see who it is," advised Roger. Cautiously they made their way back toward the faint light. It increased in brightness as they neared it, and then, to their great astonishment, they saw a sort of room fitted up in the cave. It was like one of the trench dugouts, and there were some rude chairs and a table in the center of the underground apartment. On the table stood a lantern, but it was the sight of the two figures standing beside the table that gave Roger and Jimmy their biggest surprise. For the figures were none other than those of Wilbur and Aleck Bixton! The two scoundrels had set their rifles in a corner of the cave room and were looking at some papers they had spread out on the table. They did not seem to feel the need of caution, and spoke aloud. "Well," remarked Aleck, "I guess by this time those two fellows wish they hadn't been so active in making trouble for poor Mike." Wilbur Bixton nodded. "I think we did for them all right," went on Aleck. "They'll never trouble us again. But I don't see what's keeping Carl Anker. He said he'd be here at nine, and it's long past that now." "Oh, he and Fritz Ammann never did show up on time," remarked Wilbur. "I guess we'll have to wait for 'em. We ought to make 'em pay big for this information. It's the most important we've handed over yet." "That's right," agreed his brother. "And look at the risk we run. They've got to come across with more money!" Roger nudged Jimmy as they hid in a dark corner, and Jimmy signaled back that he recognized the import of the talk.