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He walked out of the yard and slammed the gate defiantly. "I'll get it without you," he called over the fence. Don didn't do any more whistling that day. And after supper, as he heard the details of the contest for the Scoutmaster's Cup, the concerned look on his face deepened.
The cruise to camp must be made; let nothing interfere with that. If some of you boys wish to go into the city in the morning you may have the pleasure of purchasing Skinny's outfit. I would suggest that the Silver Foxes do this in order that their gift may go complete to their comrades of the Elks. I think I have your scoutmaster's permission to do this." "Sure you have!" Pee-wee shouted.
He had gone to the Scoutmaster's house that morning ready to tell. Now, though, he thought he faced a different situation. He was sure that the Danger Mountain hike had been blocked not for today alone, but for all the days of the future. To bring it up again would be like trying to re-heat a stale pie. He had faced the situation alone. By luck he called the use he had made of Mr.
The breath was driven out of his lungs. Dizzily he plunged forward to his hands and knees among the débris on the floor. "Ha-a-a-a-a!" It was a shout of triumph from the longshoreman. But that wallop, hard as it was, had been delivered accidentally. And as Barber, whose eyes were now swelling from the scoutmaster's initial blows, scarcely knew where his opponent was, he failed to seize Mr.
With the crowd of people who came from town to see the marvel of the refilling of Buffalo Lake was a skillful surgeon. He examined Matt's scalp-wound. "I can fix that up with the aid of the scoutmaster's first aid kit," he announced. "You'll need a few stitches but I guess you are man enough to stand that." "I can stand it," said Matt.
All he knew was that somebody said, "Wednesday, then," and the Scoutmaster's whistle shrilled, and the troop lined up by patrols. Slowly the inspection was made first the scouts, then the room. Don forced himself to keep his eyes level, but he felt like hanging his head. "Every scout present," Mr. Wall announced, "and every scout clean. Each patrol is awarded sixteen points."
Don laid down his plane. "Fellows," he said seriously, "if you hear any talk about Tim just just keep your mouths shut. Talk always makes things worse and and we're after the Scoutmaster's Cup." The three boys nodded that they understood. There wasn't much to say after that. One by one they went their way and left Don alone. Late in the afternoon he went to the field.
"Fleming! Mercer!" called Mr. Wharton. They stepped forward, their hands raised in the scout salute, awaiting the scoutmaster's orders. "You will proceed at once, by rail, to Ealing," he said. "There you will report at the barracks, handing this note to the officer of the guard. He will then conduct you to the adjutant or the officer in command, from whom you will take your orders."
What chance would they have for the Scoutmaster's Cup? Barbara and Mr. Strong were sitting on the porch when Don reached home. He reclined on the top step and fanned himself with his hat. "Was Tim elected?" Barbara asked. "No," said Don; "I was." "Don!" The girl sprang to her feet. "Isn't that fine! We must celebrate with a piece of berry cake "
In the scoutmaster's favor were the two pieces of physical evidence we couldn't explain, the holes burned in the cap and the charred grass roots. The deputy sheriff who had first told me about the scoutmaster's Marine and prison record had also said, "Maybe this is the one time in his life he's telling the truth, but I doubt it." So did we; we wrote off the incident as a hoax.
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