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Neither Uncle Jeb nor any of those formidable scoutmasters or trustees were anywhere near him. Not so much as an uproarious, aggressive tenderfoot was at his heels. No constables, no deputy sheriffs, no one. And then, just in that fleeting, perilous moment, Red Thornton knew Tom Slade and he knew that this was their business and no one else's. He came near to making an awful botch of things.
If he was different from some scoutmasters, perhaps this could be accounted for by the fact that he was younger. Tom suspected that here was just the kind of scoutmaster that the National Organization was after one with pep. On the whole, he thought that William Barnard was a bully scoutmaster. At all events he seemed to be pretty skillful at woodcraft.
And so Peter Piper, of Piper's Crossroads, proved too much for Scoutmaster Ned. He kept his secret. But he had a very narrow escape from being a hero. Scoutmaster Ned had his way, too. "So you think you'd like to have a pike at that camp, eh?" he said. Scoutmaster Ned's theory about camping was to keep open house. I suspect that he was not well versed in his scoutmasters' handbook.
Ye can drive away scoutmasters, and others that don't feel they've got a right t' tell ye the truth in yer own house, but" he tapped his chest "here's one man ye won't drive away!" Big Tom reached for his pipe and his hat. "Well, stay then!" he returned. "Stay? That I will!" cried the Father. "The lad and the girl, they've got a friend that's goin' t' stick as long as his lungs'll let him."
Upon the makeshift rustic platform sat the high dignitaries, scoutmasters, trustees the faculty, as Hervey was fond of calling them. In the big chair of honor in the center sat Mr. John Temple and alongside him Commissioner Something-or-Other and Committeeman Something Else. They had come up from the big scout wigwam, in the dense woods on the corner of Broadway and Twenty-third Street, New York.
My contribution to this little book was originally intended for the eyes of parents, scoutmasters, and other adults. Since 1913, when the book was first published, it has been my privilege to receive from these so many letters of warm appreciation that it seems needless to retain the apologetic preface which I then wrote.
Your two troops are ashamed of you." "If our two troops don't shut up " "We'll shut up come on, altogether!" Followed a welcome silence. "We've gone to a lot of trouble today for you kids," said one of the scoutmasters. "We've got the cup but we had to wait a couple of hours for it. The merchants in the great metropolis of Bridgeboro are so slow that a turtle would be arrested for speeding there.
Any troop of scouts could, by making timely application to the trustees, go to Temple Camp and remain three weeks without so much as a cent of cost. Jeb Rushmore was to be the camp manager, working with the trustees and the visiting scoutmasters; but as it turned out he became a character in this scout village, and if he fell short in executive capacity he more than made up for it in other ways.
"Get out of the way, all of you," said Scoutmaster Bill, alias Safety First. "You're like a lot oh mosquitoes." The whole camp followed the two scoutmasters and Norris to the shore, where there seemed likely to be a stampede for the one small boat. "If you're going to take Norris " "Norris can drive the other car back if I get mine," interrupted Scoutmaster Ned.
There was surely not much constraint between scouts and scoutmasters in this outfit. "We went up to town and saw the school board; at least we saw Mr. Cram. He says everything's upside down and they don't know what they'll do says there won't be any school for a month anyway.
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