Tom Slade's Double Dare

s given by Darby Curren, the bus dri

Them kids inside was a hollerin', 'Hit 'er up!" 'Step on 'er!' 'Give 'er the gas!' and all sech nonsense. Well, by gorry, I never seed sech

me kind of a noise, I dunno what. First off I thought plum certain it was a ghost. Then I thought it was Hasbrooks' boy, that's what I thought, on account o' him havin' them fits and maybe bein' buried alive. It was me that d

down. And all the rest o' that howlin' pack got out, and the two men. I guess th

duds left to stop up a rat-hole. And we hed ter force hi

n the horse's bridle and he collapsed and lay unconscious on the ground. They lifted him and carried hi

luttering pulse. They administered a heart stimulant out of their kit, and waited. He did not speak nor open his eyes, save momentarily at intervals, when he stared vacantly. But the stout heart which had served him in his superhuman effort, would not desert h

e lame; the others walked. Hervey Willetts had ridden on top of that bus (contrary to orders), but he had never before lain quietly

on. Soon he opened his e

one of the scoutma

-br-," he said

p," the scoutmaster said soothingly. "Try to bear

e not his foot he spoke of. "Br-oken-the-br-l

master wa

gain, his eyes closed. But

" he wh

Gilbert, suppose you and a couple of the boys go on ahead and watch your s

illsburgh, forty or fifty miles down the line, who shouted t

e two troops. Subsequent circumstances favored this delusion of his. For one thing, Hervey Willetts cared nothing at all about glory. You could not fit the mantle of heroism on him to save your life. He never talked about the affair, he was seldom at camp, except to sleep, and he did not know how he had managed t

be known, had the field all to himself, and