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Updated: June 23, 2025
"I can hardly believe it's true," muttered Hen Condit, helplessly, as he looked around him at the beaming faces of his seven loyal chums; "just seems to me as if I'd wake up and find it only a lovely dream."
"I tell you I just came from their house," continued the perspiring scout, mopping his reeking forehead with a suspicious looking handkerchief that may once on a time have been really white. "You see, Mr. Condit didn't get up as early as he generally does, because he had a terrible headache. And say, they even think he might have been given a dose of chloroform to make him sleep longer."
"Have we ever heard a whoop like that before?" asked Elmer. "Now you're thinking of Hen Condit, of course, Elmer," came from Toby. "Well, Hen's got a good strong pair of lungs, let me tell you," admitted Landy. "I remember the time that cow tossed him when he was a small boy, and say, he made everybody inside of half a mile run outdoors to see what was the matter.
As we rode that morning toward Oxford, I observed in a farmer's barn-yard a wagon that looked like a city furniture-wagon with springs. We were always short of wagons, so I called the attention of the quartermaster, Colonel J. Condit Smith, saying, "There is a good wagon; go for it."
This from the reporter, ruminatingly. "I sent him on to Larrabie." "Bet you a hundred that Larrabie never sees him!" "I'll take that," said the reporter. But Fox-face, perceiving better ones, changed the terms of his proffered wager. "Bet you a hundred you never hear from him, even if he does meet Condit." He hurled this at the huge man, disdaining the reporter.
Seems that when he went into his library after eating breakfast he found the safe open and everything gone. It was an 'inside job' the Chief said, because nobody had busted the safe." "Then the Chief was there, was he?" questioned the patrol leader. "Sure he was; Mr. Condit had 'phoned to him. There were a dozen neighbors in the house, too, and more acomin' right along. Biggest kind of excitement.
The toad could not see her face and thus learn that her eyes were dilated. The East-bound roared in as he came up. She tried to run it was her train and couldn't. The toad put a hand upon her. And then Blue Jeans blue serge now dropped off the steps of the smoker in the shadow close behind her, and became instantly absorbed in the tableau. Blue Jeans had whipped Condit.
On the 28th of the ensuing February, Mr. Adams, on the part of the minority of the Committee on Manufactures, made a report, signed by himself and Lewis Condit, of New Jersey, which was read and ordered to be printed by the House.
"You can say on," he gave leave calmly. But the huge man drew a slip of cardboard from his pocket instead, and wrote upon it. It seemed to be one of a stock for such emergencies, for it bore no engraving. "If you'll carry this to Harry Larrabie, he'll understand. He'll give you what you need and send you against Condit Saturday night. Short notice for you, I know, but you look to be in shape."
All we've got to do is to keep moving, and believe the game is going to come our way. Everybody put his best foot forward again. It's for the honor of the patrol, boys, that we get hold of Hen Condit before the Chief takes him in." It was now two hours and more since they had started on this new trail.
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