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As they drove ahead through overgrown woods, the elderly Southerner spoke proudly of Fort Senandaga's history. He explained that little was known of the one battle fought there between the British and French.

"There's dispute till this day about its outcome," he went on, "and which side was the last to leave the fort. That's probably why some folks believe Senandaga is haunted-ghosts of soldiers from both forces still fighting, no doubt." He added, "Someday I aim to have that fort fully restored."

Chet asked if the public often visited the site at other times besides Senandaga Day. Davenport's face turned livid and his eyes blazed. "The, the public!" he sputtered, sitting up and thumping his cane on the floor. Chet sat petrified until his uncle put a warning finger to his lips and smoothly changed the subject.

Alex parked in a small clearing and everyone got out. The chauffeur stayed to guard the car. Mr. Davenport, his composure restored, led the others to a grass bluff. "There she is!"

The entire lake could be seen, dotted in the distance with islands like scrubby green battleships. To the boys' left, up a gentle slope, rose the stone fort, an expansive star-shaped ruin surrounded by a shallow ditch, overgrown with brush. Although much of the masonry was crumbling, all the walls were at least partially intact.

As they walked toward the ramparts, Chet's uncle pulled the boys aside and accounted for his employer's sudden outburst.

"I guess I should have warned you," he said, chuckling. "There are two things you should never mention in Mr. Davenport's presence. One is admitting the public to his fort-he has a great fear that someone will get careless wandering around the ruins and be injured. The other is Chauncey Oilman."

"Chauncey Oilman? Who is he?" Joe asked.

Before Uncle Jim could answer, Mr. Davenport summoned them all down the steep counterscarp, or exterior slope of the ditch. As they proceeded, the elderly man talked excitedly.

"Good walls, these," he pointed out, his voice echoing upward. "The man who drew up the plans for Senandaga followed the star-shaped design made famous by Marshall Sebastian de Vauban, military engineer for Louis XIV. Genius, sheer genius!" he added as they came to a wide-angled turn in the towering wall. "A century later my ancestor was imprisoned here."

Frank and Joe marveled at the imposing defense the fort must have provided. "How could any army capture a place like Senandaga?" Joe asked.

"Not without much bloodshed," the millionaire acknowledged. "A man like Vauban could have succeeded, though. Long before Chambord built Senandaga, Vauban devised a parallel trench system for assaulting forts." He explained how attacking armies in Europe had got nearer and nearer to fort walls by digging one parallel trench, then zigzagging ahead to dig another, and so on.

"Boy, what terrific strategy!" Frank said.

"Brilliant-brilliant," Mr. Davenport agreed. "The Marquis de Chambord, by the way, was a great admirer of Vauban's achievements."

Chet glanced out at the peaceful lake, which once was the scene of warring canoes or attacking fleets. "It doesn't seem haunted," he whispered to the Hardys.

Frank was about to answer when a rumbling sound came from above. Looking up, he cried out:

"Watch out! The wall!"

A huge section of crumbling gray masonry collapsed in a cloud of dust and came toppling downward!

CHAPTER VI.

Chet vs. Impasto.

THE crumbling wall broke into a spreading, plunging landslide.

"Quick!" Frank shouted.

Instantly he pulled Mr. Davenport to safety while the others leaped from the path of the rocky avalanche.

When the danger was past, Frank saw that Mr. Davenport was holding his hand to his chest and breathing hard. "Are you all right, sir? "The art patron shook his head but said nothing. His face was pale and he hung onto the boy for support. Frank turned to the others. "I think we'd better get him to a doctor 1"

They quickly returned to the car. Alex drove them immediately to Mr. Davenport's physician in Cedartown. To everyone's relief, an examination showed that there was nothing seriously wrong.