Tom Slade on the River

't want any more life on the ocean wave for at least two weeks. I'm sorry we didn

gift horse in the mo

right for three scouts like last year, but for three patrols-go-o-d night! There wasn't even room to flop a rice cake over-we had to eat them brow

oard, sure enough," laughed Jeb,

n the rest," said Roy; "except Pee-wee, we're

t, splashed the oar from his seat in an ad

adventures?" Raymo

ot three points out of our course a

e word," so

iful, and the Irish word Terry. It was all on account of Pee-wee's ignor

shouted

to our belove

," who was rowing one of

ed the irrepressible Pee-wee; "he thought Newbur

cotchman," retorted Roy. "Well

d Jeb, as they drew the boats up on shore. "Mebbe y

hostilities between Roy and Pee-wee were still in full swing; and for all Roy's dubious picture of an overcrowded boa

"all that's left of the famous Edgevale troop-left over from la

e was a hoodlum down in Barrel Alley. His gray flannel shirt and last year's khaki trousers were in odd contrast to the new out

at Catskill Landing so the new arrivals descended like an

o Garry and talking to both Garry and Roy. "Mr. Temple sent the

as a Welsbach gas mantel

I can hike to Leeds and back. But listen-lis

ghed Roy. "He's the f

mpany stood gazing down upon the dead hawk, while Jeb held a lantern

oro Troop's scoutmaster, held that pathetic note and read it in the lante

out among the boys, wh

nted part has been torn off so's to get it into that little holder. See?" he added, rubbing his finger along the edge, "it came off a pa

sual stolid, half-interested way,

hem? Can we find t

at the message was sent from some isolated place or help would have been procurabl

must have been sent by some one who's stalking and a fellow who's that much interested in

they? There's two of them

"We don't know much about it but we'll have to use what little we do know. I know that when people try out carrier pigeons they always get a high ground, and I know that up on that hill over there-in the woods-there were chalk marks on the trees last summer. Ma

ind of law unto himself. If anyone knew how to take Tom it was Roy Blakeley, but Roy often threw up his hands in despair and said he gave it up-Tom was a puzzle. He stood there among them now, his face about as expressionless as an Indian's-coarse gray flannel shirt open

go with you!" shouted the ir

and have some supper,"

(for whatever slight prospect of success it might afford) of Tom, Doc Carson, Raven and First Aid Scout, Connie Bennet of Tom's patrol, and Garry Everson who, though not a member of the troop, was asked because of

on's back was slung the folding stretcher; Connie Bennet carried the bandages and first-aid case, and all wore belt axes, for the hill which they meant t