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"Goosey is in Bear Patrol, and he's a friend of mine, ain't you, Goosey?" "I surely am," declared the small scout. "Anything I can do for Chick-chick I do." "Hustle these eggs down to Mr. Spencer, Goosey, an' make it your business to wait on him. Bob won't give me a thing." "Not when you ain't on duty. Oh, I know you, Mr. Henry-chick," Bob affirmed. "Bob doesn't seem to trust you," said Glen.
It was not reasonable to suppose that an automobile could get very far along such a road, yet they had traveled a quarter mile before the tracks swung entirely away from the old path and followed a strip of comparatively bare ground that led in toward the creek. "There she is!" at last Chick-chick whispered. "Don't look bit like gay old friend we left, she don't." She did not.
If I don't come back while you count a hundred let Chick-chick crawl after me. If I'm stuck or choked he can pull on my feet and pull me back. Then Matt can do the same for him and Apple for him. I'll either get through or be back by the time you count a hundred." It seemed a long count, and it was hard for them to keep from unseemly hurry.
The boys did not respond willingly. "We don't want to," said Chick-chick. "He didn't want us yesterday and he won't want us to-day. Let Brick Mason and Apple do it." "I don't like that spirit, Henry, but we'll excuse you. Corliss and Glen will do the work." "You don't seem very much excited over this find," said Glen to Spencer, as he pushed him along in his billy-cart.
On a hot summer's day it is wearisome enough for the lonely angler to listen to the river crawling lazily through the rocks that choke his bed, mingled with the clocking of some water-moved boulder, and the chick-chick of the stonechat, or the scream of the golden plover overhead.
His muscular arms were a senna brown, his bare chest the same color, excepting where it was marked by a dull blue design similar to that which caused an anchor and various rings to appear prominently upon his arms. "'Lo, Brick," said the cheery voice of Chick-chick, whose light hearted philosophy and undisturbed equanimity under all circumstances Glen greatly admired.
Seemed to me I knew that voice. Looked at car an' didn't look like anything ever seen. Car all stripped off nothing much left but chassis. Then I came down to road an' looked at tracks. Wait bit. Soon be there, we will." He led on for another hundred yards until they reached a point where an old woods trail struck out into the highway. Here Chick-chick paused. "Look at this, Brick," he said.
Chick-chick slackened speed and scanned the bank eagerly to see if the car could make the descent. Dusk was already present under the heavy timber by the creek, and he left the road slowly with the double object of feeling his way and leaving as little track as possible.
But be sure you git rid of the kid an' start back so's to git here by midnight." Apple and Chick-chick took up the trail with renewed confidence now that they felt they had only Jervice to reckon with. They had seen him at the scout camp last Sunday and had no great respect for his dimensions or prowess. It was late in the afternoon when first they saw the peddler's car in the road ahead.
"The sheriff himself and quite a few deputies are trying to earn it, too. They are covering this county and several neighboring counties, too." "Sheriff out this way?" asked Chick-chick. "He was in Buffalo Center this morning," replied Mr. Newton. "We know where gang is, Mr. Newton. We want go right down get that reward, we do." "The reward is for their apprehension, Henry.
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