BY
SCOUT MASTER ROBERT SHALER
AUTHOR OF “BOY SCOUTS OF THE SIGNAL CORPS,” “BOY SCOUTSOF PIONEER CAMP,” “BOY SCOUTS OF THE GEOLOGICAL SURVEY,”“BOY SCOUTS OF THE LIFE SAVING CREW,” “BOYSCOUTS ON PICKET DUTY,” “BOY SCOUTS OF THE FLYINGSQUADRON,” “BOY SCOUTS AND THE PRIZEPENNANT,” “BOY SCOUTS OF THE NAVALRESERVE,” “BOY SCOUTS IN THESADDLE,” ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1914,
BY
HURST & COMPANY
“I guess old summer must have forgottensomething and has come back to find it again,eh, Billy?”
“It feels more like the August dog-days thanthe tail end of September, that’s a fact, Hugh.”
“But right here, Billy, sitting on the stonecurbing in the shade of the big General Putnamoak, we can cool off. Let’s rest up a bit andtalk, while we watch the people go by.”
“That suits me all right, Hugh. I love tosit and watch others work on a hot afternoon.Suppose we chin a little about skating, tobogganingand all those nice pleasant things?They help to cool you off and make you feelthat life is worth living, after all.”
The two lads were dressed in khaki uniforms,sufficient evidence that they were membersof the local Boy Scout troop, of whichtheir home town was rather proud. In fact,the young fellow who had been called Hughand whose last name was Hardin, had latelysucceeded in attaining the position of AssistantScout Master, when the former incumbent resigned,owing to removal from the place.
His chum, Billy Worth, also a member ofthe Wolf Patrol, was a first-class scout, as hisbadge denoted. He was inclined to be ratherstout in build, and his face expressed genialgood nature. Billy and Hugh had been doingsome shopping on the main street of their townand were sauntering along,