And they did, although not in the manner expected. The doings of the crooked-nosed man were minutely investigated, and it was finally learned where he had left the brooch with a pawn-broker for a small amount--thinking to get it out of pawn later on and sell it, when it might be safe to do so. The authorities took charge of the valuable piece of jewelry, and it was finally turned over to Mrs. Hopkins, much to her delight. The thief and the firebug received long terms in state’s prison--terms which were richly deserved. As for Pug, the military authorities made a search for him after his desertion, which followed the capture of the two men, but he was not found. It was surmised that his step-father got word to him, somehow, after the former’s escape from the barn, that the game was up, and that Pug had better flee. So he did. The crooked-nosed man and his companion both declared that Pug and his father helped plot the Cresville fire, and wanted to have a share in the proceeds of the robbery. Whether this was true or not could not be learned. It was learned that Mr. Cardon had, at one time, done some business with Crooked Nose, as it is easier to call him than using one of his many false names. But the unscrupulous one had cheated the Frenchman, and then, later, using the knowledge he had of his wealth and habits, had tried to rob him, getting a confederate to set the fire. The men had gone South after the Cresville crimes because Pug was sent there, and they wanted to keep in touch with him. But, thanks to the activities of Ned, Bob and Jerry, the gang’s operations were successfully broken up. To the barracks, where Ned, Bob and Jerry were sitting and talking, there penetrated the clear notes of a bugle. “What’s that--another drill?” asked Ned, starting up. “The mail has come,” interpreted Jerry. “Oh, boy!” yelled Bob, making a rush for the door. A little later all three were reading letters and looking over papers from home. “Good news, Chunky?” asked Ned, as he saw a smile light up his stout chum’s face. “Surest thing you know!” was the answer. “Helena writes to say that her father has changed his views, and that they’re both real Americans now. She says she likes me better than ever for being in the army and---- Oh, I didn’t mean to read that!” and Bob blushed. “It was something about the Red Cross I was going to tell you.” “Go to it, Bob!” laughed Jerry. “Helena’s all right!” It was that evening, in the free period between the last mess and taps, that a cheering was heard in a distant part of the camp. “What’s that?” asked Jerry of his two friends. “Maybe they’ve caught Pug Kennedy,” suggested Ned. “I hope it’s better news than that,” Jerry remarked. “It is,” Bob informed them, when he came back from a hasty trip of inquiry. “We’ve received orders to move.” “Move? Move where?” “Over there!”