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"Some of the boys think this boat has been lying here since the game keepers left this part of the country; which, as I understand it, must have been quite a few months ago?" Thad went on to say. "Yes, that's what I heard them saying," returned the other. "And what do you think?" asked the scout-master. Allan knew that he was on trial.
And now, I've just thought up a dandy scheme that if it can only be carried out, may gain us just about two hours over Davy's best time, in letting our chums know what a hole we're in." Smithy looked interested. Indeed, whatever Thad did always excited his enthusiasm; for he believed the young scout-master to be the smartest boy he had ever heard of in all his life.
"Well, Doctor Philander ain't here, and we seem to be getting along O. K. without a regular scout-master, too," remarked Davy Jones. "I wouldn't care if business kept on chaining him to town whenever the Silver Fox Patrol has a chance to camp out. Thad, here, keeps us subdued just about right." The bear had not been forgotten at meal times.
One, however, wore spectacles and a look of quiet command which showed that he was the leader. They stood looking at the prostrate general for some moments. Then the spectacled leader spoke. "Scout-Master Wagstaff." The other saluted. "Wake him!" Scout-Master Wagstaff walked to the side of the bed, and shook the sleeper's shoulder. The Prince grunted, and rolled over on to his other side.
Allan Hollister was sitting there, resting, and listening to the arguments of the other boys, when he saw the scout-master beckoning just outside the full glow of light cast by the fire. "What's up, Thad?" he asked, as he joined the other. "I think I've made the discovery that we're not alone on the island," came the answer. "That sounds good to me, Thad," remarked Allan.
Seems to me that's the kind of work for a scout to try, ain't it?" "A pretty good idea, Davy," admitted the scout-master, readily enough; "there's only one drawback to it, that I can see." "And what might that be?" asked the one who had conceived the brilliant thought, and who seemed to be disappointed because his chief had not immediately declared it to be a marvel of ingenuity.
"Not more than two hours ago, I'd say, Elmer," Lil Artha ventured, with considerable confidence manifested in his manner, as though if put to it he was able to muster all the evidence necessary to establish his veracity. "Just about what I thought myself," added the scout-master, with a satisfied smile.
Perhaps he did not have quite as much faith as the young scout-master, because he may not have been as good a reader of character; but he realized that what Smithy had just done was as valiant a thing for one of his nature as attacking a wildcat would be for another boy, built along different lines.
I am raising a regiment, you must know. Thornie shall be my sergeant-major, Dickon my riding-master, and Wilfred, with his deep dub-a-dub tones, that speak but three syllables at a time, my kettle-drummer." "And Rashleigh?" "Rashleigh shall be my scout-master." "And will you find no employment for me, most lovely colonel?"
"Well, the scout-master ought to know," argued Jimmie; "he said it was the best 'one good turn' of the day!" Modestly Sam shifted the limelight so that it fell upon his bunkie. "I'll bet," he declared loyally, "your 'one good turn' was a better one!" Jimmie yawned, and then laughed scornfully. "Me," he scoffed, "I didn't do nothing. I sent my sister to the movies."
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