Boy Scouts in Northern Wilds; Or, The Signal from the Hills

th, and the fellow was gazing into the tent. He was dressed in woodsman's attire, leather jacket and leg

followed along behind. For some distance the lad kept pace with the mysterious visitor, but, of course, it was impossi

through the thicket. It was quite evident that the intruder now believed that pursuit, had entirely ceased, for he made

nter. He listened for a long time but all was silent inside. Presently he circled the place and came to a small opening which w

hing before leaving the camp in pursuit of the spy. As he glanced through the glazed opening he saw a grea

ing his call," the lad mused as he knocked softly at the door. "But, all the

in front of the fire; no one in any of the rude chairs. The boy stood looking about the room f

on the lower bunk and a boy's frightened face gazed up at him. The boy sat observing the other with evident suspi

rm in the full salute

with a grin on his f

; Chicago," he

aid with an exclamatio

're about the toughes

cag

er to give one of his scouts," grinned the

at the memory, "you were diving into the South

y said I'd been swiping bananas up in

wonders of the world did you get into

baum," answ

ho does business under the three balls down on State street? You

ed. "You see, it's just this way: Old Finklebaum says to me one day, '

the very article the Boy Scouts had come to the Hudson B

y it was?-if he didn't want to sell i

rs for it on sight. So Finklebaum, having the Little Brass God within a foot of his hawkbill nose, takes the man's address and says he'll let him know if he

that the boy ceased speaking and sa

bout the Little Bra

lied George. "

n it, though," commented the boy, rising fro

ating himself by getting too gay," answe

aum chases out to a dealer in antiques to make inquiries about the Little Brass God. I guess

be an East India id

d Finklebaum was out trying to find out how much his Little B

a merry old time when Finklebaum returned and found the t

of the scene. "I was in the shop," he went on, "getting out some articles

d tell me

do a lot of other things to him, if he didn't walk right out into State street and bring

the Little Brass God?" inquired George

key was sent out to find the fellow, and I asked Old Finklebaum what he'd give me if I'd bring back the Little Brass God. He says he'll gi

dn't fi

untry," replied Thede. "That is," the boy went on, "if I

id find him?" qu

Twelfth street, and stuck to him like a bul

where he was, and let him do the watc

f my hundred simoleons. I follows this gink around until he becomes sociable and sort of adopts me. I gets into hi

et your eyes on

n Bay country he asks me how I'd like to come up north with him and learn to be a trapper, so I says that if there's anything on eart

n who brought the toy?" asked George, "You m

ss God hidden. I'll go back to Chicago some day with it in my possession and Old Finklebaum will pay me a couple of thousand or

ierre entered, anger