Bert Field uttered a cry, he could not help it But in his excitement Jabez Trask did not notice the noise. The miser fell on his knees on the dirt floor and commenced to fumble with the opening of the box. Then the lid flew back and out tumbled half a dozen legal-looking documents. “The will! At last!” almost shrieked the man, and fairly kissed one of the papers. “I’ll read it over first, to make sure it is the one, and then I’ll burn it. Then the Robertson fortune will be mine, all mine!” “You scoundrel! Give me that will!” cried Bert Field, and before the others could stop him, even had they wished to do so, he was on top of Jabez Trask and had hurled the miser on his back. The man clung to the paper desperately. “Stop!” he bawled. “Help! help!” “Give me that will!” repeated Bert. “It is mine,—I have a right to it!” “No! no!” screamed Jabez Trask. “Vidder! Jepson! Where are you? Help!” He continued to struggle, and the will was in danger of being torn to pieces, when Jack and Pepper rushed forward and caught Jabez Trask by the arms. Then Bert got a good hold on the legal document and twisted it free. “Don’t take that! It is mine—all mine!” moaned the miser, and suddenly his eyes commenced to roll, as if he was going to have a fit. “Take the box and the other papers!” cried the young major to Bert. “I’ll see if there is anything more in that opening.” He ran forward and felt into the opening, only to find it empty. By this time footsteps were sounding overhead. “Those men are coming!” cried Andy. “If you’ve got what you want we had better get out of here, unless you want to fight.” “I don’t want to stay, now I have the will and the other private papers,” answered Bert. “Come on—they may try to take the papers away from me!” The boys ran from the vault and across the lower floor of the old mill. Then an outer door opened and the man called Vidder appeared. He presented a comical appearance and under ordinary circumstances the boys would have laughed at him. Over one shoulder dangled a cow’s hide and over the other a pair of fearful looking horns. In one hand he carried a light, placed in an object formed to represent a large human skull. “What does this mean?” he asked, when Bert ran full tilt into him, hurling him flat. Then the youth ran through the doorway, and the cadets followed him. “Beware of traps!” sang out Pepper. “Let us keep in a string and join hands.” This was done, Bert forming one end of the line and Dale the other. Once they stepped on a platform that threatened to go down with them, but they were on the alert and got off in a hurry. Then they dashed straight into the woods, where they knew the men would have difficulty in following them. “Well, I guess we have accomplished what we set out to do,” said Jack, when they finally came to a halt. “Yes, indeed!” cried Bert. “And I do not know how to thank you enough,” he added, warmly.