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"That chap is a sketch, ain't he?" the man commented. "He ain't gone home, has he?" "He's going to stay through August," Tom said; "his troop's coming Saturday." "Purty lively young feller," the man said. "He's happy-go-lucky," said Tom. The man handed him a dozen or so letters and cards and a batch of papers, and drove on. Tom resumed his seat on the bench and looked them over.
There was one letter giving information, in considerable detail, about aeroplane manufacture. Another letter in the same handwriting interested Tom particularly, because of his interest in gas engines the result of his many tussles with the obstreperous motor of the troop's cabin launch, Good Turn.
The boys never failed to talk over each new undertaking with him, as, for instance, the troop's latest scheme, the organization of a motorcycle fire department. Indeed, on the very evening of the day Eli Osborn's barn was reduced to ashes, Bruce, Bud, Romper and several others visited Mr. Ford and outlined their plans.
"I'm scheduled to stay. It was a disappointment; but I expected it. I've an idea B Troop won't be idle though." Her brow knit. "Indians?" she asked. "Your being on this side of the river assures you folks safety," he hastened to say. "And they shan't get to you while B Troop's in post." "All the same, I wish pa'd let Dallas take us away." "If Indians show up, you'll all come to the Fort.
The scouts called their meeting immediately, and after a careful study of the troop's merit badge list, and a painful process of elimination, the ten oldest and best fitted scouts of the troop were selected to become members of the life-saving crew. Then Bruce, Romper and Jiminy took the letter to Mr. Ford and gave him the whole details of the case. Mr.
It was odd or was it odd? that for half an hour no man, no matter what he thought, went down and banged at the door of "C" Troop's stable where in cozy quarters and solemn state, guarded by the sentries on either flank, slept that surly magnate among the non-commissioned officers Fitzroy, the stable sergeant of Snaffle's troop.
At the request of Bruce the scouts all seized the rope to assist "Old Nanc" in hauling the big machine backward up the grade. Bud, the official driver of the troop's automobile, climbed to his place and everything was ready. "Now, all together!
"You were full as a goat at 'K' Troop's stables Where'd ye get the whiskey if " "I'll lay you, Lanigan, when I get two hands agin, though I misdoubt wan would do it. It's me horse I want now and lave to go on wid the capt'n.
Here was a little stretch of high ground that had been partly cleared by wind-falls and Bruce and Jiminy had selected it as an ideal location for the camp and site for the troop's future log cabin headquarters. With practically three patrols at work it did not take the lads long to clear away the underbrush and fallen logs in the open space.
But Leonard did not return in five minutes nor in ten, and Mrs. Leonard grew anxious. "This never happens unless something unusual has occurred." Captain Hay stepped through the hall and opened the outer door. "There are lights dancing about over there on the parade near 'A' Troop's quarters. I wonder what's up. Hullo, Sanders! That you? When did you get back? Did you get your man?"
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