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"No, sir," answered Johnnie, apologetically. "But y' see, I been tied t' the table, and also I jus' only come to, and " "I understand," broke in the scoutmaster quickly. "But perhaps when Mr. Barber comes in his face, you know. Could you wash it up a bit?"
Presently the Scoutmaster called, "That's enough," and he scrambled to his feet. "Gosh!" Bobbie said ruefully. "You surely put some pressure on." "Wonder how we made out," said Andy. Tim wondered, too. When the call came for a demonstration of fireman's lift, he shut his teeth hard. He wouldn't fall down on this! Two minutes later the lift was over.
Perhaps we can get first prize in the tournament, added Romper Ryan. "Whoo-o-o-pe! Great! Let's get busy," shouted Nipper Knapp. "Right-o," said Bruce. "But first of all let's tell our plan to Assistant Scoutmaster Ford."
He wanted to be where he could hear what was said when scouts and Scoutmaster met. Mr. Wall seemed to be riding hard. Suddenly, as he saw them, his pace slackened. "He's going to dismount," said Ritter. "He's waiting for us," said the Eagle patrol scout. Their steps unconsciously became slower, Don jumped from the bicycle and walked with them. He studied Mr. Wall's face. Did Mr. Wall know?
"I see that you are true scouts, for you have blazed the way as prettily as I ever saw it done, Mr. Anderson remarked presently. "That was Paul's doing," spoke up Seth, not in the least jealous. "Oh! it's the easiest thing to do that anybody ever tried," declared the scoutmaster without even looking back over his shoulder, for he needed his eyes in front constantly.
Louis every year, nearly, and the gas-bags drift hundreds of miles across the country. I read about several that landed in New Jersey, and one away up in Canada won the prize. This one met with trouble before it got many miles on its journey. And he wants us to report that the Great Republic is down; Anderson, he said his name was, didn't he, Paul?" "Yes, that was it," replied the scoutmaster.
He's awfully easy to jolly, but he doesn't stay mad long, that's one good thing about him. But one trouble, that boat didn't have any power, and it wouldn't even drift right on account of being almost square. Westy Martin said it was on the square, all right. He's a crazy kid, that fellow is. Anyway, the boat didn't have any power. Our scoutmaster, Mr.
It was the freakish voice of a nickum which answered. "No! No buzzer, as the boys say, but there was a rattler, in there, beside that rock. If some of you girls had gone ahead, you'd have stepped right on him!" "A 'rattler! A big rattlesnake! And and you started the cry, to get us out quietly quickly!" "Not we! The Scoutmaster had the presence of mind to launch an aëroplane.
Containing little pebbles picked from the lake-side, with a stick running through the painted coconut-shell for a handle, its gleeful rattle fairly turned girls' heads with the joy of June. "I think we'll have to ask you to repeat that dance to-night for the benefit of the boys, your guests," said the Scoutmaster, who was manipulating the phonograph.
"How about getting into communication with you while you're gone?" asked Jud, who was naturally feeling the new responsibilities of his position more or less, and wished to be posted. "It might be found a good thing," replied the scoutmaster; "and we could do it easy enough by flags, if we managed to get to the top of that hill where the lone cedar grows.
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