The Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey

f clothing, had started a train of reasoning in the constable's mind. All he said to Tom, however, was: "Come w

e yard of this dwelling a woman was hanging clothes on a line and a number of mongrel hens were taking dust baths under s

. "Busy day for you, eh? Why don't y

e mention of her husband's name. "And just as if I haven't put up with him time and time again about it! I won't do it no more! And him d

d Thompson. "What did

find a listener who appeared to be sympathetic. "You know how 'ter

he clews Tom had given him. "Could this be a piece out o' Bill's c

it?" she added quickly. "Anything wrong? I guess he must'v

rry for the way he had led her into a trap. "I made a bet about these rags,

uess you know," the w

s your

walked away. "Now, boy, you heard what she said," he continued, when they were out of e

corner, where Thompson dived into the saloon

! Never mind; I'll get him. He's either skulking around town somewhere or he's made tracks to the station, hoping t

his own wife had unwittingly rendered, so he had merely tried to get away before he was "spotted" among the crowd of idle men and boys gathered on the station platform. When he felt Thompson's heav

Scout Master and four boys making their way over to the side of the platform, where a bus was waiting t

what can be done. I'd like to help your friend Ralph Kenyon. I was sorry to hear that he met with an accident lately. It's a shame he killed those splendid eagles! Professor Whalen showed them to me. Why, I'd have been

eded the reward the professor offered--needed it in a hurry--so he earned it honestly, ev

Well, we won't cry over spilled blood now; it's

und a little, without his cane, when

farmhouse until we start

no object

an help your friend. You must ask him

exclaimed Tom. "I

ing scheme of yours

east, we talked

out, and if the rail

l be able to go to t

u don't think, then, that there's any cha

ranger things than tha

ounded by his troop of scouts, to whom he introduced the new recru

t, old Keno wouldn't make any mistakes. Arthur decided to stay with the others at the hotel, but Tom did not mind this at all, being

rm, to call for you, Tom," he added, "I will send Joe to the farm, and he will guide you to camp through the backwoods north of Pioneer Lake.

d gathered up the reins. "Good-bye!" he called out again

e brow of the hill; and, when he vanished down the further side in a hollow,

weet potatoes, asparagus and radishes grown under glass, custard pudding--it was a feast for these healthy, famished youths, and they did ample justice to it; so ample, in fact, that each had to le

would be recovered, when he learned that Bill and his cronies had been drinking together. In this, we may add, Ralph was happily

on to Ralph. It was more than that, it was a source of the most rosy-hued hopes and dreams in which he had

o do it, I know he will. He

which was not bought by the railroad, was converted

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ning Ralph's invitation to spend the night, they returned to Oakvale. On the following day they came back, with another squad. Of this squad Blake Merton was lineman and George Rawson rodman. The se

d Ralph's invitation to stay at the farm,--spent an hour or two with the three boys, goi

cal demonstration. He had not thought it best to ask that more of the scouts might assist in the railroad survey, fearing that they wo