Aleck did not answer, and soon he was lying beside his rascally brother, incapable of movement or speech. Roger and Jimmy now wore dry uniforms, and the change was grateful. "Well, so far so good," murmured Roger, as he and his chum found time to rest themselves and catch their breath. "Hello, chocolate in this pocket!" he cried, as he felt a cake in the pocket of the uniform Wilbur had worn. "Hope I have the same luck," said Jimmy. "Yes," he added a moment later, "I've got some, too. Say, this will come in mighty fine!" "Well, now what's the game?" asked Roger, as he glanced at his chum. "How much longer are we going to stay here?" "Until the two men, probably Germans, whom the Bixtons were to meet here, show up," was the answer. "And then what?" "Well, as soon as we hear them coming in we'll douse the glim." "What's the idea? Think we can fight 'em better in the dark?" "No, but they won't be so apt to notice that we aren't the same signal corps fellows they expected to meet. It's possible one of the Huns may have a pocket flashlight--very probable, in fact. But that won't be very likely to give the game away. They'll see two signal corps uniforms, and they'll take us for the Bixtons, I hope." "I hate to be taken for such mean skunks!" "It's in a good cause," replied his chum. "That's the only way we can get to the bottom of this game--and there's some rotten game going on, I'm satisfied of that." "I guess you're right," agreed Roger. "So you plan to let the two men come in here, thinking we're the Bixtons they're to meet, and get their secret out of 'em that way?" "If they'll talk, and don't get suspicious, yes." "There must be two entrances to this cave," said Roger. "Yes, and maybe more," agreed his companion. "We came in by one--the one nearest the river. The Bixtons came in by a second, and the Germans may come in by a third. All we have to do is wait." And Jimmy and Roger were glad enough to do this, for they had been through some strenuous times in the last few hours. But the dry clothing, though it was exceedingly rough without underwear, gave warmth to their chilled bodies, and the chocolate had bolstered up their fagging energies. Together they sat and waited in the cave, wondering when the two expected men would come and what would happen after they arrived. They talked in low voices, and speculated as to the fate of their comrades. And much the same sort of speculation was going on in the minds of Bob and Franz and also poor Iggy, who alone of the five Brothers, was left with his command. "First we are of a five, like a hand," mused the Polish lad. "Then we iss of a four when Franz goes away. And den we is of a two when Jimmy and Roger no more comes back. And den Bob, he goes away, and I iss alone. Py jolly, maybe it iss my turns next!"