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"He'll get a punch in the eye if he doesn't have a car for us," said Scoutmaster Ned. "I wonder how he did." "Town hall," said Scoutmaster Ned; "that kid thinks quick. If he'd only learn to tie a knot he'd be a scout. Vernon's a pretty good kid, though; he's better than Mount Vernon anyway. Pull on your left a little, Bill. What's the matter; got the sleeping sickness?
Anything more, Safety First?" Nick Vernon never seemed more at ease, and less interested, than when he ambled toward the stump from which Scoutmaster Ned was descending, and said in a quiet, drawling voice, "Yes, something more. May I have that stump a minute?" He stood there, holding the silver cup in one hand, his other hand against his hip, in an attitude familiar to them all.
This caused intense excitement among the scouts when they met at Headquarters, and the captain read to them the letter he had received. With whoops, worthy of a band of painted Indians on the warpath, the boys charged upon their scoutmaster in order to see the wonderful cheque. Then a babel of voices ensued as they discussed how much money they had, and what kind of a motor-boat they should buy.
Henry cut it into suitable shape and nailed and lashed it securely to the runners and to the table top. Now he had a flat-bottomed sled with a rising front to it that would serve. He smiled as he looked at the queer contrivance and said aloud: "I wish Mr. Lesher could see that!" "Who is Mr. Lesher?" asked George. "Oh, he's my Scoutmaster back in Ohio. Now come on!"
But I don't hate him as bad as it seems like I would, and I don't want to get in bad with the scoutmaster so I don't know as I'll do much. The Scoutmaster's a Christian and I've got more use for Christians than I ever had before. Mr. Newton sure treats me fine. Apple's a Christian, he says I ought to be, too, and he's surely a peach. Mr. Gates is a Christian and nobody ever treated me better.
He was carrying some object in his hand, and seemed to regard it with considerable interest, as though he felt that he had made an important discovery. As he reached the others he held it up before the scoutmaster; and of course all could see what it was. "A piece of old yellow cloth!" exclaimed Seth, in disgust, "say, you made all of us believe that you'd run across something worth while."
The best hoax in UFO history. Many people have asked why we didn't give the scoutmaster a lie detector test. We seriously considered it and consulted some experts in this field. They advised against it. In some definite types of cases the lie detector will not give valid results. This, they thought, was one of those cases.
Everybody understand?" "Yes, sir." "All right. We leave here at one o'clock sharp." The Scoutmaster could have saved himself the warning. At 12:30 o'clock the last scout was there, haversack and blanket on his back, ax and canteen on his hip. At 12:55 the bugle blew. The scouts fell into line. "Each patrol," said Mr. Wall, "will take its turn hauling the trek wagon. The Wolves first."
Lonesome Woods, indeed! "We'll have to explore that some day," said Mr. Wall. "The mountain?" Tim asked eagerly. "The woods," the Scoutmaster answered. A shout broke from the troop. With Mr. Wall along there would be nothing to fear. When would they go? Next week? "We'll take it up at Friday night's meeting," the Scoutmaster promised. "Why can't we do the mountain?" Tim demanded.
"What! you don't mean to go to law over this little matter, do you?" McDuff anxiously enquired. "Certainly I do. It isn't the amount so much as the principle. Ye're tryin' to cheat a little boy, and I'm goin' to stand by him, I don't care how much it costs. I'm scoutmaster, and he's patrol leader of the Hillcrest troop, and if ye think ye kin do him a mean trick, then ye're mighty much mistaken."
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