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Updated: July 28, 2025
Then, while they were resting, Bruce would put them through a sharp oral drill on the rudiments of firemanship as set forth in the September number of Boy's Life until, to quote Jiminy Gordon, "They could say it backwards, or upside down, and do it blindfolded." Gradually after weeks of toil the fleet of fire fighting motorcycles assumed a business-like appearance.
"That makes it unanimous," he laughed; "and I guess I can see what ails you all. It's how much are we going to get for our catch; and will the money buy the five motorcycles we're aiming to get." "Likewise supply us with a fund to purchase grub while on our trip," remarked Bandy-legs. "Hear! hear!" sang out Toby, who always agreed with his rival whenever the question of eating arose.
The day is fine, and when can we spare the time better?" suggested Will, who secretly wanted just another chance to try a snapshot of the queer cabin which the trapper occupied. "Second the motion!" cried Bluff eagerly. "I'm some cramped, myself, from sitting so long in that canoe. Perhaps a run on our motorcycles might give me relief. So I say go," came from Jerry.
Major Holt said curtly: "They're already under guard. There'll have to be photographs made before anything can be touched. And I want a report from you, anyhow. Come along!" Joe looked. The motorcycles were abandoned, and there were already armed guards around the still-steaming wreck, grimly watching the men of the fog wagon as they hunted for remaining sparks or flame.
Almost a quarter of a mile from the entrance he found the isolated house, unmistakable because of the line-up of private cars parked before the short stretch of paved sidewalk, and the added presence of police cars and motorcycles. Dundee turned his own car into the driveway leading from the street along the right side of the house toward the two-car garage in the rear.
We got back to camp at half past eight, having covered ninety-two miles in our windings a good day's work. Each section had two motorcycles attached to it jackals, as one of the generals called them, in apt reference to the way in which jackals accompany a lion when hunting. The cyclists rode ahead to spy out the country and the best course to follow.
And say, fellows, we'll have to erect our poles at Firemen's Field, do you realize that? We'll be mighty busy for a while hello, look who's inspecting our motorcycles." Bud and Romper looked up in time to see Dick Austin, the boy from Arizona, scrutinizing the three machines that were lined up at the curb. "Howdy," he said as they came up. "I was just eyeing these here critters.
"Couldn't have been better for our purpose," said the officer. "Do you know why we are going on motorcycles?" asked Ned. "I think I do," was the reply. "Why don't you out with it, then?" asked Jack. "You'll learn of the reason soon enough!" replied the other. "Before we go to Peking you may understand why you are going with a flying squadron of Uncle Sam's men!"
He refused to try a ride on the tandem seat of one of the troop's motorcycles, and when he received a slight shock after several of the boys had persuaded him to take hold of the handles of a static electric machine, he became thoroughly frightened. "Look year," he said with a decided southern accent, "I don't like this hear 'lectric business no how. Hit's dangerous stuff an' I'm afeard o' hit.
"You see, I was comin' up the road to do my chores at half past six, like I always do, but before I got to the house I seen a lot of policemen's cars and motorcycles, and I didn't want to get mixed up in nothing, so I turned around and went home again.
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