The Boy Scout Treasure Hunters

d for a few moments. Some of them clutched at their scal

thin, lanky, freckled-faced hero of unheroic appear

Why'd my pa let me come to this w

," cried a small boy. "Yo

me boy who sat in the middle of the circle-b

"You are safe enough here. Chick-chick can't help

atty will protect you. Matty protects whole camp. Go after

scout, Matt Burton, who did not bear chaffing cheerfully. "

ed Apple Newton. "He's done nothing but suddenly ap

id a scout. "I don't believe he's

e," declared Chick-chick

emark. "I think it would be fine to have a phantom come purposely to get us started on the right track for th

r under it telling where to dig," eage

ld a letter stand the weather? There'll be

ose Indians know about our language. Indians talk by signs and numbers. It w

you find it hike back an'

ut master demanded prompt attention to all camp signals. It was understood that after tap

of Glen pushing Jolly Bi

y members who were called home. You turn right in with us. We ar

ime, but lay on his comfortable cot thinking of the many happenings of the last few eventful days, and especially of the exciting story of the camp fire, and the dramatic appearance of the Indian. He

ed to the glorious activities of a summer morning in a scout camp. Two scouts wer

riend, Mr. Spencer," e

an' put on some funny story

breakfast," objected Jolly Bill.

t-fresh laid. We got 'em f

ck pretty soon with a whole dozen. 'You're sure these are fresh?' I asked him. 'Dead positive' said he. So I started to break one into my pan, and about all there was that was still egg was the shell. 'What

ecause the farmer said so. Come on now, if you're ready. The scout master say

aiting on table. Patrol leader Matt Burton was in charge of the waiter squad this morning. He was the one exception who showed that it did not agree well with every scout to do these menial tasks. He considered them beneath his dignity and never would have con

stepping to his side after he had wheeled the cart up to the table.

order to Black Bob yourself," said

ars you," said Apple, his good natur

-chick. "I'll take care of Mr. S

"I guess it's about the same thing as waiti

andle, from gasoline to a new machine. Lem'me sell you a new car, Matty. Lem'me sell you one that'

d Matt. "And I'd walk before I'd l

you," observed Glen, as he went up

"You musn't think it's because it's me, though. There's on'y one person Matty really

Mr. Spencer's

ories last night," he announced. "He sur

id Chick-chick. "I'm goin

"I know all 'bout yore tricks. Bear Patrol is waitin

houlder of a small scout who had just appeared. "Goosey is i

small scout. "Anything I c

Goosey, an' make it your business to w

ty. Oh, I know you, Mr. H

rust you," said Glen.

camp. I like Bob 'n I love his cakes an' pies. 'Tain't my f

ke? Nev' you min', Mister He

le in his voice and the laugh in his eye we

aid Chick-chick. "Goosey'll wait on Mr. Spencer. Good b

eggs fried or poached were served, according to their preference. Bob was a good cook and gave them their choice. Glen, with an appetite that cared little for the fine points of preference, chose impartially from every dis

several other of the younger boys whose names he had not learned. There was a big fellow called Tom Scoresby that he believed that he would get along with pretty well. Just one scout he found no room for anywhere. That was Matt Burton. H

he boys around him had risen from the long bench on which

you see that we want the

turned around in his seat a

as so aggressive that every scout in hea

," replied Matt angrily.

lie down when you tell me, nor do anything w

gry but he did not entir

ighty quick," he said. "I'd like to

fuss about who let me come here. You c

rong tough features of the obstinate boy

uppose if you're a guest

t," said Glen, "the seat's yo

first brush with entire distinction. Matt had been in the wrong and had shown that he was angry, yet he had a certain discipline which had enabled