The Boy Scouts of the Flying Squadron

tioned the fact. It could be seen shining through the aperture that had once been used as a window. There was no glass in this now, and a hea

, doubtless begrudging that long tramp from the

his season," Hugh replied. "You know Ralph Kenyon used to take quite a lot of pelts aroun

d be a hobo?" queried Bud wit

of one who had made it a point to take note of such happenings; "and besides, what hobo would think o

in on him, you mean?" qu

e a look in at that opening. A scout should be sure of his ground

's start right in and

t a whiff of coo

ning in there. You can see it flicker, and that wouldn't hap

remarked the other scout, sniffing eagerly at the air as he spoke.

perhaps because they had been carrying heavy loads. Then again there was a chance th

ilt many years before by a man who meant to start a farm up in t

pant of the cabin, and he a boy about their own age, also dressed in the khaki uniform of a scout. He w

ped Bud. "Whatever can he be

the woods and swamps of that region, for the sake of the money he could get for their fine furry pelts. This was before he joined the scouts, which was soon after

s old stamping-grounds, not to set traps as of yore or shoot any of the timid wood

ince it stood in a corner; and he was evidently cooking a brace of f

s no need of further holding back. Ralph was a member of the same troop as themselves, and while perhaps Bud would have preferred not increasing the number of witnesses to his own triumph or

le of weary wayfarers had arrived and meant to join him, Hugh saw fit t

the prop with which he had secured it, Hugh

dedly pleased, for he instantly thru

re for several years every Thanksgiving afternoon to set my first traps of the season; and while I don't expect ever to do it again, I just couldn't keep from spending one night in t

tricks again and believed that he had invented something that was going to be a stunning success;

grin, "why, I'll have to let you share my secret tomorrow when we start to try it out. Till then don't ask questions and I'll tel

on hand. I made a double shot into a covey that got up in the brush. If you

n a corner, "we're only too glad of a chance to help pluck a few feathers ourselves. It's

pot where the unused birds lay. "You see, she's not feeling very well, my mother, I mean, and somehow quail on toast always appe

er saw a fatter one, I declare. Say, Hugh, we didn't expect such a bully

two late arrivals, which fact pleased Bud very much. He could work as hard as the next one when interested in what he was doing, but gathering fuel h

atted in a lively manner. Hugh told how he and Bud had had a

iving turkey, Ralph? But you said your mother was not feeling well; and so p

to let the big dinner go until Sunday, when we'll all be together again. I just took a snack to munch on at noon, and brough

ng much more warmly toward the other since partaking of the delicious quail. "You see, we've got

I forget it, I want to tell you boys about a couple of queer men I happened t

that way. A tree takes some hundreds of years to mature, and then it goes down in a heap, to be sawed up into boards. It seems like a shame to me every time I think of how the timber is disappearing. I belie

ee, and they never once suspected that anybody was near. One was a tall, thin man, a German, I thought, while the other was dar

mysterious way, Hugh, how a celebrated young inventor named Bud Morgan means to try out his latest wonderful stunt, and

they were afraid some one might be watching them, and then moved off, always turning to the right and to the left. You know when valuable iron ore was disc

oss here in order to straighten the railroad and save time on thro

sight; and even then I thought it best to change my line of advance for fear that I might stumble on the precious pair again. Really now

another bite, when there was a sudden vivid flash as of lightning without that startled all th