Tom Slade on Mystery Trail

ut I'll make things hot for you

he scampering form of Pee-wee Harris, who had raided the sacred precincts of the larder for raisins and was now departing with s

some scrambled eggs,

the second anniversary of the forming of th

ht to have, he'd have felt that eggplant. T

" queried Roy, sitting on the ta

chief cook. "You git that batter ready-p

ball team. But honest, this is what I mean. A boy gets a hair-cut. Is it a hair-cut the next day

t that stirred and then I'll let you make s

king lean-to other scouts were forming t

cabins to the long board which was heaped with such a varied and bountiful repast as Temple Camp had never before seen. It was a plea

d easily distinguish the different patrols. Scouts who were visiting camp singly or in teams or small parties, like Harry Arnold and his friend, were seated toward the foot of the board. The three patrols of the well-organized Bridgeboro Tro

stuck together,"

ice as good a scout as anyone else,

and resentment this odd trio (and particularly its leader) had borne lately, there was none visible now, save in a certain restraint on both sides and a lack of easy converse between Garry and those near

self together and lifted his

the man I want ter talk to 'baout grizzlies.' He wuz one o' them zoologist fellers. 'All I know 'baout grizzlies,' sez I, 'I can tell ye in two words-Don't miss! I leave it t'the other feller ter write 'baout 'em.' 'An' it's the same here likewise-ez the feller sez. I leave it to the ot

at amid a very tempest

Jeb!" th

for Jeb

for you

cknowledgement. Then Mr. Ellsworth, scoutm

hat Mr. Rushmore has, a

ere you sai

elter from the love and the applause and the homage which every visitor at Temple Camp, young and old, has for him! (Great shout

the lusty echo swept back from the hills across the lake as if nature

scovered Jeb Rushmore and brought him from Arizona-by the ears. (Laugh

. There is but one hero at Temple Camp. He sits at the head of the table. (Applause.) And if it were not for one fact I think I should have

im, and his all but completed patrol. And that is what I want every scout here to know and to take back with you to the several parts of the country from which you come. It is not enough to be a scout-one must be a

ing at his use of the slang which

merit badges and is about to win two more. On the first night of his arrival here this summ

g in embarrassment as scout after scout, clustering about him, slapped him on th

lade!" they calle

into that wilderness over yonder, because he could not sit d

ied to get Connie Bennet and failed. (Laughter.) I made a stab for the celebrated Bronson twins-nothing doing. They were too busy ringing other people's doorbells. (Laughter.) I made a grandstand play for others, but was turned down hard. Why? Because it takes a boy to recruit a boy. So all of you scouts pack that little fact down in the corner of your duffel bags and take it home with you. If every scout secured a scout, where there are ten thousand now there would be twenty thousand,

ords of Mr. Ellsworth's speech. Pee-wee Harris, standing on the seat, waved his scarf and shouted himself h

h-speak a spoo

oked at him and the scoutmaster held up a staying hand in symp

the eats!" shouted

there was nothing left of them, and all agreed that the meal beat the regul

elebration originated in the fertile brain o

chance to cheer m

put the balance of our pro

hile I blush

be his pleasure to bring forward. I present to you," he add

ster, but it seems I'm to be the souvenir slinger. I should worry. I go where

with a sly glance at Pee-wee; "now y

" they calle

s of Bridgeboro, N. G. Tomasso Slade is a home-made scout-I mean a self-made scout-and he's made so as he can't smile." (He was beginn

d, lifting the huge elk's head to the board and smiling at Tom's surprise, "is from Mr. Rushmore; i

ficent antlers and as the boys crowded about him h

mmy," smiled Jeb, as

all of a kind easily made or procurable in the woodland community. The wireless set almost knocked Tom off h

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or him, and which bespoke his success. His hand almost shook as he fumbled the silken tassel of the beaut

orth, smiling and placing a reassuring

, as he had done more than once befor

ybe you can blow up your other r

ke the shot heard round

y say is still heard in Sleepy Hollow," said Mr. E

me day, you can bet, and we'll all wish it at th

he echo of its attenuated final note was borne back with the freshe

" said an im

ut Tom, and saw Garry Everson standing in his place in the characteristic attitu

ly, rose from his seat and stood beside him for a seco

arry, smiling, "They'll want

nton," he said, hesit

and father before you make any other plans. I'm not going to do your work for y

gle. He stood rooted to where h

ked up the bugle which h