The Banner Boy Scouts on a Tour

laimed Pau

, coming out of the denser shadows alongside the

he may even have recognized the voice that called out this one word in such a

such clever move on the part of the slippery customer, had

ggles he found himself held. While it was far from light back there, he seemed to be able to d

What d'ye mean holding me up like this, right at our own gate too? I'll tell Chief Billings about it,

least intention of carrying out the wishes of the speaker. In fact,

s voice above an ordinary tone. He was angry, possibly alarmed, too; but

know he had been roaming the streets with Ted Slavin and his cronies. Of late Ted had been getting into unusually bad odor with the town

gone, Paul!" e

y Ward, "guess I loaned it to another fel

that might be made, with the idea of connecting him with the boy who rang the big bell. Paul, how

sk in any of his pockets. You know I told you the fellow who ran out through the

rprise. Evidently this was the very first t

rs, but without success; "don't you put a hand in my pocket, you old fool, or I'll get you

s a man of considerable influence in Stanhope, and many a man dared not treat the banker's son to the whipping he so richly d

influence the trustees of the church to dispose of his services. Then again, it might be that he receiv

Ward tried in every way he could devise to render this task difficult; but then Peter had half a dozen lads of his

he asked, as he drew

g of necks, and then from sev

all right! He's the gui

g before. Somebody must have stuck it in my pocket for a joke!" and Ward

ip around like a flash, and chang

this, down in the corner of Chromo's news-store a few days ago. Now, I'm going to ask Peter to take it to him, in my company

buy it, you can't prove I ever wore it. I defy you to," Ward gritt

na

d up. Ward was staring at his cap

denly; and almost before the prisoner realized what this move

ed a snort

oy vat rings de pell undt runs drough de church, he have his hand placked like he vas a negro. Dot pe you, Misder Ward Kenvood. I schnaps mine fingers

d. The last flicker of the expiring match showed that the recent prisoner

"Perhaps you think it smart to set up a game on me, just because you're afraid I'll organize a hike of my friends that'l

hed from their sight. But Paul, who knew the fellow so well, felt quite sure that he would never venture to complain to his f

l see Mr. Chromo. I don't suppose anything will ever be done to Ward about it; but anyhow we can convince the trustees wh

which they had started, where they found that Jack had

half a dozen seat cushions distributed around, doubtless intended to trip any pursu

y went they divided their chatter between the recent happening, and the imp

ually did. They had much to confer about, and Jack now and then laughe

black on the bell rope, which proved that Ward was the fellow who jerked it

up and down the rope, so he knows there could be no mistake. I gave him Ward's hat to keep for the present too. But it's too much to hope that anything will

ts caught, instead of putting up a bold face, he just crawls, and threatens every

at you've got to look for the good that is in

ss to find the speck of good in that cur. He's a sure enough slick one. All I wan

in Stanhope has reason to despise Ward Kenwood and his sneaky ways, I ought. You k

little end of the horn," declared Jack, warmly;

the wrong, you know. If Ward would only turn over a new leaf, and ac

scoffed at such a

or Ted act on the square. Hasn't Slavin promised to reform more than a few ti

e, as in fancy he once more saw the struggling heap of boys sprawling in the aisle of t

these fellows have no respect for anything. Think of that big bell booming out at such an hour o

snake Mountain. Every time I think of it I seem to have a thrill. You see I've had a sneaking notion I'd like to prowl around that l

k, who's coming over there, Paul?" and Jack allowed his voice to sink as he s

the other walked past them, giving both a keen glance as he d

of us know. He's been to the feed store again to make another search. Perhaps he can't get it out of his head that he didn't hide them somewh

his shadow. There's some one following Mr. Clausin, and when he passes that electric light over there I ju

clutching his chum