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"Huh! just let them try it, that's all!" grunted Josh, shaking his head. "We had an experience something like this over in Winchester, where I belonged to the scouts before moving to Lenox," remarked Rob Shaefer, one of the two new boys. "Do you mean some rowdies tried to make trouble for you?" asked Carl. "In every way they could," the new boy replied.
The thunder grew louder with every peal. There were vivid flashes of lightning, too, each of which caused Horace to start and close his eyes, though he bravely suppressed the groan that seemed ready to burst from his lips. Tom, as well as Mr. Witherspoon, Josh and Rob Shaefer, was constantly on the lookout for some sign of shelter.
Of course this sort of talk aroused a good deal of curiosity in both Tom Chesner and Rob Shaefer, and they impatiently awaited the coming of the scout master. "And now I'll explain," Mr. Henderson told them, when he found three eager pairs of eyes fastened on him.
They had to be shown just how to arrange their blankets, and what to do about the customary pillow upon which they wished to rest their heads. Tom, Josh and Rob Shaefer, having been through the mill before, explained these things.
Scout affairs were certainly picking up in Lenox of late. Perhaps the coming to town of Rob Shaefer and Stanley Ackerman, who had both belonged to troops in the past, may have had considerable to do with it. At any rate the new Wolf Patrol numbered five, and other boys were showing a disposition to make application for membership.
Even as he spoke there was a furious barking, and a savage-looking dog came tearing swiftly toward them, evidently bent on doing mischief. "Help, he's going to eat us all up!" shouted Billy Button. Felix and Rob Shaefer did not like the looks of the oncoming dog any more than did Billy.
Tom however was not the one to forget that he had made a special study of "first aid to the injured," as had also Rob Shaefer. "Carry him over here, where we'll make a soft bed of the blankets, and then we've got to see how badly he's hurt!" was what Tom called out, hurrying on ahead to arrange things. His example seemed contagious.
"First of all every scout has a rubber poncho; two of these fastened together will make what they call a dog tent, under which a couple of fellows can tuck themselves, and keep the upper part of their bodies dry. Soldiers always use them." "Yes," added Rob Shaefer; "and if it looks like rain to-night we'll raise several brush shanties.
More might have gone, only that no scout not wearing the khaki could accompany the expedition; and besides the members of the Black Bear Patrol, Rob Shaefer and Stanley Ackerman were the only two who could boast of a uniform. A number of boys accompanied them for a mile or so, to give them a good send-off; after which they either returned home or else went over the river fishing.
"It was a pretty lively skirmish while it lasted, let me tell you," admitted Rob Shaefer, who had seemed quite to enjoy the affair. Another hour or more passed, with the column straggling along, and some of the boys showing positive signs of fatigue. Mr.
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