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Sarve ye right if I gi'e ye a dozen stripes!" "Mr. Growdy, I did you a favor once!" said the prisoner of the trap, wishing to keep the old man as long as possible from starting operations. "Say ye so? Wall, this wipes it out then. Who air ye, anyway?" The farmer bent lower, and thrust his lantern so that its light would fall upon the face of the boy.
Some of the scouts were at Headquarters, as the room under the church was called, getting the supplies there in order, to take down to the boats later on, when they were surprised to have a visitor in the shape of old Peleg Growdy. This man lived just outside the town limits, on the main road.
Peleg Growdy found himself strangely thrilled as he looked into that frank, smiling face of Paul Morrison. For almost a full minute they stood thus. Then Peleg spoke. "Reckon as how them comrades o' yers must 'a' gut a long start by now, Paul. S'pose ye see if ye kin ketch up with 'em, son."
Si Growdy shot out of the door, and headed in the direction of the store where he gave his valuable services daily from seven in the morning until late in the evening, for a miserable pittance. Paul walked thoughtfully out of the post-office.
"Well, what do you think of that?" asked Nuthin', when they were once more gathered around their leader for the purpose of further discussion. "The finest thing that could possibly have happened. We had our frolic; and see what it hatched. After this Peleg Growdy will never be the same grumpy man he was in the past.
Growdy!" called Joe Clausin. "Wait a bit, fellers. I got somethin' more to say," pleaded the old man, once again lifting his hand to still the rising tumult. Paul smiled, for he could give a pretty shrewd guess as to what was coming; and it certainly did him good to realize how their odd little scheme was turning out to be such a glorious success.
Growdy," said Paul, with considerable of feeling in his voice, "as the present scout leader of Stanhope Troop No. 1 of the Boy Scouts, I want to thank you sincerely for your generous offer. We all appreciate the kindly spirit that causes you to make it to us. But unfortunately it happens that the rules of our organization will not allow us to accept." Peleg's face fell several degrees at this.
There are a lot of boys who would be vastly benefitted by such uplifting resolutions," she declared, with some show of enthusiasm. "Yes, mother, you are right," said Mr. Stormways, just then. "Things have been going from bad to worse in our town of late, and the fathers are beginning to wonder where it will end. Only yesterday I met old Peleg Growdy.
Growdy, and put that wad of money in her hand, I'm sure you'd never regret it, sir; and every boy here would thank you just as much as if you paid for his uniform. Isn't that so, fellows?" A chorus of shouts testified to the fact that Paul had hit upon a popular idea for turning the sudden generosity of the hitherto miserly old farmer to account. "Who is the woman?" asked Peleg Growdy uneasily.
They kin count on old Peleg Growdy to contribute to every sport that goes to cultivate the mind and body in the right direction!" He seemed a vastly different man as he stood there and said this, for his head was thrown back, his eyes flashed, and his face was almost friendly in its expression, the old haggard look having for the time being disappeared. "Again I say, three cheers for Mr.
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