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It was glorious, it was thrilling, but it was terrible, too. He wondered how many of the scouts he knew, and how many of those in school would lose their fathers or their brothers in this war that was beginning. Truly, there is no argument for peace that can compare with war itself! Yet how slowly we learn! Grenfel had gone, and the troop was now in charge of a new scoutmaster, Francis Wharton.
Grenfel and he let you in our troop right away!" "Didn't you even know we had Boy Scouts in America?" asked Harry. "My word as you English would say. That is the limit! Why, it's spread all over the country with us. But of course we all know that it started here that Baden-Powell thought of the idea!" "Rather!" said Dick, enthusiastically. "Good old Bathing-Towel!
"I can tell you I felt pretty bad when I found they wouldn't let me go to the front," he went on. "It seemed hard to have to sit back and read the newspapers when I knew I ought to be doing some of the work. But then Grenfel told me about you boys, and what you meant to do, and I felt better. I saw that there was a chance for me to help, after all. So here I am.
Mr. Wharton was a somewhat older man. At first sight he didn't look at all like the man to lead a group of scouts, but that, as it turned out, was due to physical infirmities. One foot had been amputated at the time of the Boer War, in which he had served with Grenfel.
Grenfel brought a paper, and the scouts gathered about him while he read the news that was contained on the front page, still damp from the press. "I'm afraid it's true," he said, soberly. "The German Emperor has threatened to go to war with Russia, unless the Czar stops mobilizing his troops at once. We shall know tonight. But I think it means war! God save England may still keep out of it!"
There had been war scares before. But the peace of Europe had been preserved for forty years or more, through one crisis after another. And so it was a stunning surprise, even to Grenfel, when, as they came into Putney High street, just before they reached Putney Bridge, they met a swam of newsboys excitedly shrieking extras. "Germany threatens Russia!" they yelled. "War sure!" Mr.
But it was empty; motorcycles and papers all were gone! "As long as I can't be at home, I'd rather be here than anywhere in the world I can think of!" Was it little more than a week, thought Harry Fleming, since he had uttered those words so lightly? Was it just a week since Grenfel, his English scoutmaster, had bidden the boys of his troop goodbye?
One man could blow up a waterworks or a gas tank or cut an important telegraph or telephone wire!" "You mean that there will be Germans here trying to hurt England any way they can, don't you sir? asked Harry Fleming. "I mean exactly that," said Grenfel. "We don't know this we can't be sure of it.
As to this man Grenfel, I confess I have no sympathy with him; no sympathy for the foreigner who lands in our country when this nation is engaged in the struggle for human right and human liberty, and who takes part in the quarrel against us, and arrays himself on the side of those who are trying to establish tyranny and slavery.
"Why," Byng said, almost eagerly, "it's from Miss Grenfel wants me to go and tell her about Jameson and the Raid." He paused for an instant, and his face clouded again. "The first thing I must do is to send cables to Johannesburg. Perhaps there are some waiting for me at my rooms. I'll go and see. I don't know why I didn't get news sooner. I generally get word before the Government.
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