The Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey

xplained how he chanced to

hur and me at Tom's farm, because it's only about five miles from Pioneer Camp. And when your mother telephoned to Tom, saying that you hadn't tu

to stay in the hous

o I told Arthur to sta

ed it was his day to c

ed in a shaky voice. "It's mighty goo

favor for your ma. Even Bill Terrill--he dropped in at your place to-day--eve

as he doing at t

ns and two other wise guys, to g

ardly sneaks! They shan't bully mother into letting them survey our

ant to do that f

, and see if the ground promises to yield any iron. He claims that the piec

e settled by law?" T

the old grafter has dug

ht him, eh?" said Tom.

I'll sta

d?" was Tom's next question, born of a li

big loop, and Perkins may have a chance to sell some of his land. That's why he doesn't want to have i

ave a survey made, on their own hook. Now it seems to me, if you know anything about surveying, that it would be a good chance fo

responded. "That's a keen idea! Much obli

injuries. A bond of friendship seemed already to have drawn him and Sherwood together: a bond which was destined t

nly, waving his lantern as he spoke. "Somebody

e lantern. The figure swung this light to and fro, up and down, in wig-wag signaling, and Tom replied by whistling shrilly

house by the kitchen door so that his impatience and anxiety might not be observed, and, obt

ing about his sprained ankle, and, following Doctor Kane's directions, she lost no time in the preparation of hot and cold applications and bandages. Ralph was sent to bed as soon as he

ry night of the year!" he complained to Sherwood, as he slid d

d don't grumble, old t

s and sprains and bru

--I mean, later in th

nig

! I'll see

our. So the doctor retired to the spare bedroom, Sherwood and Arthur occupied a broad couch or divan in the little parlor, where Tom Walsh and his young cousin slept even more comf

e for breakfast. Mrs. Kenyon, hearing him, came downstairs at once. She, alone, had scarcely slept at all that night. Her fears for Ralph's health, as well as the thought of having soon to

d get your forty winks!" she said. "What d

to know I'm a fust-class cook!" said Tom, in gen

ensible woman'll be proud of, because I can see you've been well trained. By t

g of Susan Turpin, the miller's daughter! Well, why not, since it had become a pleasant topic of gossip

er to see me, that you can no more cook than you can fly! And she thinks you're an angel, too! So just you

I'll feed the horse, too. Suppose Ralph won

ed Mrs. Kenyon, relapsing

out friends of his to stay here and help him with th

t go away and leav

om. "You've got to go

.K. And them two boys

l. Take my advi

--I'l

wed they could do; so Kane, considering it best to take Mrs. Kenyon to the hospital for treatment as soon as convenient, urged her to consent to the plan. He left the f

tter expressing the professor's complete satisfaction at having obtained the fine s

Ralph, choking down the big lump in his throat, tried

out me, for I'm getting along fine. I can hobble around quite spry with this crutch. And Tom and Arthur are on deck, you know. We'll behave ourselves