Boys' Life 1919-10: Vol 9 Iss 10

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OCTOBER, 1919 An Out-of-Doors Adventure Magazine for Boys 15 CENTS

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BOYS’ LIFE BULLET iaate AIR RESISTANCE > mee MO ARROWS REPRESENT THE PULL OF GRAVITY racing the flight of a bullet Points in rifle shooting that you learn in the W.J.R.C. HEinstanta bullet leaves the muzzle of a gun, gravity starts pulling it down, or making it ; drop. hergebester At short, point-blank da . . ‘ range, this drop is slight. In longer distances, the drop depends upon the speed of the bullets. High velocity bullets drop but little since it takes them only a tiny fraction of a second to reach their mark. To take care of this drop, sights are fixed so that the rifle points somewhat above the bull’s-eye, though the aim is dead straight. As a result the bullet travels in a curved path, or trajectory, as shown in the diagram above. Knowing just what sight allow- ance to make on long shots is one of the fundamentals of shooting that boys of the WinchesterJ unior Rifle Corps soon learn to master. Boys of the W.J.R.C. have a great advantage over the fellows who don’t belong to any recognized rifle club. They get all the shooting instruc- tion they need to become real experts in the use of rifles. They have competent men to teach them all the fine points of shooting. Start a W.J.R.C. Unit with your friends Why not get together with half a dozen of your chums, join the Winchester Junior Rifle Corps and organize a regular Unit which will be officially recognized by the W.J.R.C. National Headquarters. When you have enough Marksmen in your Unit, you will be matched against other Units. Any boy who gets a Unit started re- ceives a Special Service Pin. The W.J.R.C. will help you from start to finish in rigging up an indoor or out- door range. It provides for officers, su- pervisors, and -dult instructors to make your shooting sz-fe. It costs you nsthing to join the W.J.R.C. There are no dues and no military ob- ligations. The W.J.R.C. was organized solely to encourage better markmanship and better sportsmanship among boys and girls of America. It is intended to develop the qualities ot fair play and manliness wh:ch are essential to success in after life. Any boy or girl not over 18 and who is in good standing in his or her commu- nity is eligible. Membership in the W.J.R.C. covers the entire United States. There is hardly a town now that has not at least a small Unit of the big National Organization where boys are learning to become expert riflemen and are competing for the famous Winchester Marksman, Sharpshooter and Expert Rifleman Medals. You, too, can earn these trophies of markmanship if you join the W.J.R.C. and start shooting now. Get the official plan and rule book Write today for the Winchester Junior Rifle Corps ‘*Plan for organizing a W.J.R.C. Unit’ and for the efficial rule book—‘‘How to handle a rifle safely." This booklet tells you all about the W.J.R.C. and de- scribes in detail the fine points of shooting—align- ment of sights, the three correct positions, rules for gun safety, the care of rifles, and the proper rifle for you to use. If you are a boy scout, give your name in full. If you are not a boy scout, state what boy organiza- tion, if any, you belong to, giving the name of the official in charge. National Headquarters Winchester Junior Rifle Corps 275 Winchester Ave., New Haven, Conn., U.S.A. Division 1010 The following tabie gives the trajectory heights for the Winchester .22 Long kifle Lesmok Cartridge at various ranges. When Height of Trajectory at Rangeis Range Mid Range ( Range 25 yds. 0.202in. | 0.275in.| 0.203 in. bw 0.845 ** a = 0.865 ** 100 “* — ™ 4.86 ‘* 3.73 °° 150 ‘* a “ite * 9.044 ** 200 16.98 °° 122.12 ‘°° 117.28 ° 250 26.24 ‘* |35.76 ‘* | 28.96 °° 300 “ 39.77 ** (56.20 ‘** (44.62 °° Standard types of .22 caliber Winchester Rifles, popular with members of the Winchester Junior R-fle Corps WINCHESTER JUNIOR RIFLE CORPS WINCHESTER Take-down .22 caliber single shot rifle. A low-priced, light weight gun made in two sizes. WINCHESTER MODEL 06. Take-down Re- peating .22 caliber rifle, 20-inch round bar- rel. Shoots three sizes of ammunition, The most popular .22 caliber repeater used ea- tensively by members of W. J. R. C. National Headquarters, 275 Winchester Avenue, New Haven, Conn., U. S. A. D. Dill plor writ coul Wel It s Tl Boy: tales MUU eneineacaneaeins

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neti The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Vol. IX October, Editorial Sta FRANKLIN K. MATHIEWS DAN BEARD IRVING CRUMP WOODROW WILSON, Hon. Pres’t E. O’CONNOR Editorial Board WILLIAM H. TAFT. Hon. Vice-Pres’t W. A. PERRY WILLIAM D. MURRAY DANIEL CARTER BEARD. Hon. Vice-Pres‘t "——— J. RIGNEY HENRY VAN DYKE COLIN H. LIVINGSTONE, President t Editor FRANK PRESBREY GEORGE D. PRATT, Treasurer FREDERIC L. COLVER DANIEL CARTER BEARD JAMES E. WEST, Chief Scout Executive Business Manager 1919 No. 10 OU’VE heard the news. It’s leaked out in spite of all we could do to keep it a surprise for you. And now you are wonder- ing whether it is true or not. It is. Next month Boys’ Lire, our official magazine, just “busts loose,” so to speak, and spreads it- self all over 64 pages as big as those of the Saturday Evening Post and other big maga- zines. Just think what Dillon Wallace, famous Arctic ex- that means. Oh, boy! plorer, whose new serial will begin Almost twice as many in November Boys’ Lire of those smashing short stories by the _ best writers to be found. You know how good they are. Of course you do. We've heard some of you boast about them. Well, now, just think of getting twice as many every month. It sure will be great. Then there are the serial stories. ™ Curly will be Back | in November’s “Bigger Boys’ Life” from month to month, and have always proved well worth the reading. The bigger Boys’ Lire will have serials just as fine as those of the past, but there will be more of them. Right off we are going to start two of the best ever. Remember “Curly of the Circle Bar”? Mr. Ames, who is Curly’s Dad, so to speak, has sent this fine young cow-puncher off on a corking adven- ture trip after Aztec treasures. Curly starts Joseph B. Ames, author of “Curly of in November, and if the Circle Bar” and “Curly and the you don’t traipse right Aztec Treasure” along on his trail through the next six numbers of Boys’ Lire you'll be mighty sorry. You'll miss the finest lot of adventures that ever hap- pened to a boy. And right along with Curly will be another one of the finest serials ever published for boys. It is Boys’ Lire has had some bully long tales that have kept you guessing Hocoenea cata cannes Dillon Wallace — Joseph B. Ames — Dr. Wm. T. Horniday— Dan Beard—W. C. Tuttle— William Heyliger — Captain A. P. Corcoran — Irving Crump — Wilbur S. Boyer — Hapsburg Liebe — George Livermore, and many others. The Best Boys’ Authors and Artists in the World will Contribute to the Big, New Authors November Boys’ Life Aniists a scout serial by the famous explorer, (Continued on page 44) Charles Livingston Bull— Enos B. Comstock — Clyde Forsythe — John R. Neill— Frank Tenny Johnston — Frank J. Rigney — Remington Schuyler — G. Whitney — Harold Wettersten — Forrest Orr — Judy Collins, and many others.

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Come out, boys, come out; Get all the troop together, The day is great and the sun is bright— Say, it’s October weather. Buddy Jones—Go get him quick, And Bill—there he’s a-calling. The burs have burst, the wind is high, And the ripest ones are falling. Hurry them up: get all the bunch And bring them out—where’s Joe? Nuts on the ground are easy to get— The sweetest the highest grow. Scout or squirrel, which one will win? It’s the first one there that lands But a squirrel’s feet should never beat A scout with his head and hands. There's fun in the woods on a day like this: Miss it? Who ever dreamed miss? Nature’s in love with the whole wide world, For Winter gave her a kiss. Come out, boys, come out, It’s a dandy sight to see The colors that Nature has wrought And splashed on every tree. TOBIAS MARTIN BRAY BOYS’ LIFE

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FE The Boy Scouts Magazine le By Remington Schuyler Illustrated by the Author T was quite dark in the “ medecin ” lodge. The many layers of blankets and hides shut out the hot prairie sunlight. Lost Arrow, an Indian lad of thirteen Winters, swayed slowly as he chanted. As he sang, someone outside lifted the cov- erings and thrust in a hot stone. The blank- ets dropped into place. The stone glowed dully red. Deftly Lost Arrow rolled it towards a water-filled hide. The stone hissed. A smothering flash of vapor arose. The water steamed. It began to simmer—then boiled. Great masses of steam filled the small oval lodge to bursting. The sweet pungent smell of scorched buffalo grass grew stronger. Perspiration formed in tiny glistening drops on Lost Arrow’s face and body. He gleamed like polished copper. Steadily the hot stones appeared. The air grew stifling. His hair hung limply plastered against his face and neck. He breathed with great difficulty. Slowly, on the surface of the water there began to form a dull indistinct something. Some form of a bird it was. He peered more closely. Boiling water splashed unnoticed on his face and chest, Finally he made it out. It was the barred war eagle of the Sioux. The vision faded. He sat for awhile con- sidering. This was what he had prayed for so long. He rose abruptly, heaving up the lodge coverings. He shook free of the tangle and ran swiftly down the steep bank and plunged into the clear waters of The Antelope. The sun set redly. Twilight deepened. The distant camp lay quiet. Lost Arrow built a little fire of sweet pine and fragrant buffalo grass. Through the slowly ascending column of smoke he passed his arms and legs. _ Beside him in a “mellowed place” a small stuffed prairie owl lay oddly awkward on its back. It was his medecin. In the fitful firelight he seemed to see it shiver slightly, then roll over onto its face until its bill sank into the soft earth. This was good. It was clear that he should go at once to the eagle-pit on Lone Tree Butte. 9 LL was ready. Tying his medecin owl to his scalp lock he rose quietly and strode noiselessly across the starlit prairie, naked, unarmed. In a rawhide case he carried a live rabbit. The sweat-bath and burned grass had removed all man-scent. Formless things ambled slowly from his path. Strange shapes scuttled away into the gloom of the prairie night. On the edge of the world coyotes gave vent to shuddering cries. A gréat timber wolf sniffed up wonderingly on his trail. It followed him, curious, alert. Lost Arrow walked steadily onward. He passed close to where two coyotes were fighting over some bones. The wolf left off following to quarrel with them. This was good. Death would be turned from his trail when it was time to go on his first warpath. Dawn came. Lost Arrow had been crouching in the eagle pit since mid- night. Through the matted, earth covered roofing he peered at the growing light. From time to time the rabbit struggled to free itself. Dirt and pebbles fell into the pit. At day break a flock of sand-hill cranes flew northward, crying as they went. A wide flung wedge of ducks passed high overhead. The sun rose solemnly. The damp pit grew hot. Lost Arrow lay motionless, cramped, peering into the aching blue bowl of the sky. Few eyes could have picked out of that brightness the two dots that soared lazily westerward at noon. Yet he saw them. The afternoon passed slowly. In the glory of the setting sun he saw the two dots coming again. They swung slowly nearer. With keen eyes searching the earth, they swept along. The rabbit started up, jerking violently at his leash. The eagles checked swiftly and came plunging down. Lost Arrow shifted into position. The birds struck with a thud. Alert, watchful, the two mighty war eagles stalked over the pit top. The rabbit backed away. OST Arrow grabbed. His bare hand and arm shot up through the flimsy roofing. He grasped a feathered leg. With flashing beak and tearing talons the bird struck. A hot searing pain ripped through his arm. Mighty wings beat powerfully, fanning up clouds of dust. Sticks and stones were dashed into his face. He pulled with all his might—but the rough claw slipped from his grasp. With beak dripping redly and feathers splashed with blood, the eagle rose into the air. Whistling angrily, it joined its mate. They whirled away eastward. All night he lay there unwilling to quit the hunt. He cared nought for the jagged wound on his hand nor for the long slash on his arm, but he cared mightily to succeed. Another dawn came. He felt weak from his long fast. But never had his vision been clearer. He would try a second time. At noon a single eagle swept down and alighted. As it crossed above him he grasped a leg with both hands. He pulled suddenly with all his failing strength. The wings beat momentarily, then ceased, as the bird was dragged into the sudden darkness. The hunt was finished. It had succeeded. Now he could go on the war trail. He was a man. He had caught his first eagle. Joyfully he climbed out of the pit. He loosed the rabbit. It gave one short hop, then vanished over the edge of the butte to freedom. Lost Arrow no longer felt weary or hungry and his arm no longer pained. So happy was he, his journey seemed shortened. By mid-afternoon he reached home. ROM his earliest remembrance Lost Arrow’s mother had always said : “My son, if you ever go on a warpath you will never see me again.” This had greatly impressed him. But being an adventurous, self-reliant child, each day he had roamed far away from the lodges. Yet always he tried to get back to camp by early nightfall, He did not wish to worry his mother.

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6 Now, having caught an eagle, he felt quite grown up. But from long habit his mother still warned him. One day, how- ever, he heard her telling a kinswoman she no longer meant it. In her heart she knew she wanted him to be a brave man, a “Strong Heart ”—some day, perhaps, even a Chief, noted for daring and kindliness. So it happened one dawn, the Spring after he had caught his first eagle, that he had gone out early to hunt small game Snow still lay unmelted in the deepest draws. As he hunted he chanced upon a number of men going away from the village. They were gaily dressed, and were followed by some _ boys bearing packs. He watched the men go by. Then he stopped the pack boys and questioned, “ Where are you going?” They said, “ We go north on the warpath.” So he said, “I, too, will go north on the warpath.” The boys who were carrying the packs were some- what older, so he added bravely, *I, too, am un- afraid. I have caught an eagle and kept my fast like a man. I am ready to go northward.” So he followed them. He had no extra moccasins and only the calf skin robe that he wore, but he felt very happy. For a long distance he trotted along beside his friends. Finally one of the older men saw him. He called to Lost Ar- row’s elder brother, “ Here is Lost Arrow, your brother, coming along on the war trail.” “ Rain-in-the-East,” his brother, bade him sit down and questioned him, saying, “Did you have permission from our mother? ” He said, “ No, I was out hunting small game and the war party came along, so I joined them. ’ Though somewhat troubled by his coming, Rain-in-the-East thought it best to take the lad along rather than risk sending him home on the back trail. For they had come a great dis- tance in that day’s travel. Heo” the boys enjoyed the buffalo meat the first night! One of the scouts had slain it that afternoon. It tasted better than any they had ever had at home. As they ate, some of the men kept saying, “ What a little boy to come on the war- path.” So Lost Arrow’ leaned over his horned bowl as though he didn’t hear and ate his meat. While he was still eating he heard one of them say “There is someone coming on horseback singing.” As the rider came nearer he heard the words. He sang, “The word is flung about the camp that a little boy ran away with the war party. His mother has disap- peared.” Lost Arrow covered his head with his calf skin so they might not see his face. His eyes were wet. He was thinking, “ That must be my mother. She said she would disappear if ever I ran away with a war party.” Then. “ Runs Amidst,” known to be a fearless and withal a kindly warrior, although quite a joker, said, “They are doing that to make your heart strong. They are only fodling you, Lost Arrow. You will be fooled and tested many times while you are on the war trail. So take courage. ‘You are already a famous eagle catcher. Now you will get a chance to catch horses.” So the lad took comfort and strengthened his heart. The re- frain of his own war song, which he had made that afternoon, came to mind : “The Crow enemy If I see him It is my intent to take his horses. The Crow drove a long lance through his shoulder BOYS LIFE If I do this It will be widely known.” So he sang quietly to himself. Then “ Stands Smiling,” Chief of the war party, called the warriors together. Always on a war trail or hunting trip he did all things to please Wah-Kahn. The sacred bundle of the Hawk was opened. All gazed rever- ently upon it. He stood up and addressed his fol- lowers. He said: 66 ET the one mind be in you, else we fail. Unless Wah- Khan prosper us, é we can do noth- ing. Be consid- erate to all living creatures. They by Him were cre- ated. Do not destroy them needlessly. Be kind to the weak —then He will pity your weak- ness and help you.” Then they slept. Lost Ar- row cuddled under his brother’s heavy robe, for the nights were still cold. Thus day after day for many sleeps they pressed toward the southlands. Daily the grass grew longer. Many flights of geese and other birds passed overhead morning and night. Countless antelope and great herds of buffalo were encountered, but no trail of horses could they find. One night by the banks of a great muddy river they came upon a war party of their own kinsmen. These lay in a deep draw. All had been slain. All but one had been noted war- riors. “Crow Dog,” “Bear Appears,” “ White Metal, “He Dog,” “ Wounded Knee,” and little “Swift Legs” lay there with their bows broken and many splintered arrows sticking awkwardly here and there. The arrow markings showed that the Crows had done them to death. Lost Arrow asked, “ What are these?” Runs Amidst replied, “ They are our friends who went on the warpath.” He queried again, “ By whom were they killed? ” They replied, “ By our enemies.” Something inside of him stirred. He had never known that feeling before. He thought it all over, then he said: “ When I grow up I shall seek out those who have slain my people.” So in thought he became a warrior. 7 o one fine morning the scouts struck a day old trail leading down a wooded valley. It was dotted with hoof tracks of many horses. He signaled the others, They dropped from sight into the scrub oak. He led the way. Behind him strung out along the trail in single file came the warriors, cautious, silent. The boys followed. At noon they sighted a camp watcher perched motionless upon a hill. At dusk Runs Amidst slipped up unnoticed and overpowered the sentinel. The moon came up full and glowing, flooding the valley. Wrapped in the watcher’s blanket, Runs Amidst spied out the camp and noted the Chief’s lodges. There would be pick- eted the fleetest running horses. As he watched Lost Arrow slipped up beside him. The lad had grown much attached to the reckless daredevil who had befriended him that first evening. He wanted to'share the perils of the camp entry with this fearless friend. He said, “I go with you, Runs Amidst.” The older man grunted assent. The moon sank about midnight. The black shadow of the They slipped unnoticed into the hill lay athwart the camp. vi lir ri

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FE hief na thn. rer- und Fol- ‘id: one > in ail. ah- us, th- id- ng ey ot -m Be ak ill i | The Boy Scouts’ Magazine village. Later they might have been seen walking down the line of lodges. The villagers would think them belated war- riors returning home and let them pass unchallenged. At length they came to the Chief’s lodge. Quietly they be- gan to saw at the many hobbles of the Chief’s horses. As they worked, some one in the lodge stirred. Some hides rustled. They dropped into the dense shadow behind the tepee. The door covering was thrust aside. A man stepped out into the night and stood there gazing over the silent camp. tuns Amidst had nocked an arrow. It would not be diffi- cult to slay this mighty Chief and escape on the fleet horses in the ensuing confusion. But care free as he was he be- thought himself of their other friends scattered through the camp. They might not be so fortunate as he. It stayed his arrow. When the Chief re-entered, they lay motionless until again they heard deep regular breathing. Long since the moonshine had disappeared entirely. They cut loose the three horses and led them out of the camp. Dawn found the party far away on the prairie. They had ten and seven good running horses and many pack ponies. For three sleeps they forced the herd rapidly northwards, trotting awhile and walking at times. Some of the pack horses gave out. They abandoned them and pushed forward. N the fifth night they camped at a place called “ Runs Foaming” on the Big Muddy. The party divided. Stands Smiling, the Chief, went on with the larger band of slower horses. Runs Amidst, Rain-in-the-East, and two others, mounted on the swifter horses, stayed behind as a rearguard. Lost Arrow joined them. He rode the beautiful calico pony he had taken. The day following, from the high side of a foothill, they perceived a party of Crow warriors pursuing. Runs Amidst said, “Come near and stand by me, friends. Eight warriors: are coming.” One said, “ Let us run away and hide. They are too many.” He replied, “ Wah-Khan has but one trail. No matter how or where you die you must go by that path. Let us stand together and fight.” So they sang their death songs, for they thought they were soon to die. Lost Arrow knew that his mother was right when she said he would never see her again if he went on a war- arty. ' But the resourceful leader, Runs Amidst, hid the horses in a gully and drew his little party into a crevice of a rock where It would not be difficult to slay this 7 grew a wild plum tree. Through this crack they watched the enemy. One of them had his hair combed high and carried a thunder stick (gun). The others had only bows and arrows. As they drew nearer they saw that one of them was but a lad like Lost Arrow. Runs Amidst said, “ Now work and be brave. We have only seven to fight, for one of them is but a boy.” So they loosed their arrows and yelled mightily. They jumped down among the horsemen. Two had fallen. The rest raced away with a warrior clinging to their saddles. So the fight spread out over the hillside. The boy had fallen off when his pony reared. But he jumped to his feet and ran down the hill with Lost Arrow hard after him. Both had lost their weapons in the excite- ment. Though he was fleet of foot, Lost Arrow oyertook the other lad within sight of the battle, and after a sharp tussle gained the mastery. He led him back toward the other men who were returning. ‘ He was so interested in the others that he failed to note a Crow, who’had escaped and .circled to his rear. Runs Amidst shouted—but too late. He turned as the horseman drove a long lance through his shoulder. It stuck out behind. The boy prisoner broke away and scrambled on the pony of his rescuer and they raced away, with Runs Amidst after them. Lost Arrow lay as dead. As he lay dazed he saw a vision. His little owl skin lay on a bed of feathers. As he watched it, it stood up. It said, “ Get up.” So the boy sat up. He pulled the lance out of his shoulder. The owl skin lay flat on the ground. He sprinkled it with dust. In his vision once more it moved a little, then came out of the dust. It was like a live owl. It blinked its eyes. The boy lay down again, The bird cleaned the wound. It said, “Turn over.” The owl cleaned the wound on his back. Then it hopped back and buried itself in the dust. Lost Arrow sat up and rubbed his eyes. The wound hurt him no longer. He was well. He stooped and poked in the dust. There lay only the sacred owl skin. By now Runs Amidst was returning with the two whom he had captured. They came over to where Lost Arrow was standing. One of them was saying, “ We are Crow Indians. We want to live. We give you our bodies, and we give you the right to wear the feathers, only let us go.” (Continued on page 387) mighty chief

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Roosevelt and the é6 A DVENTURES? Why, Am Imterview With Rocky Theodore Roosevelt had more adventures crowded into his life- raisin’ ones, too; the kind where you wouldn’t give a pocket full of marbles for his chances to come out alive. I’ve seen him facin’ some; been with him when we only had a fightin’ chance of comin’ through. And those that happened when I wasn’t with him, he’s told me all about, or some one else has told me the things he wouldn’t tell, So, you see, I know what I'm talking about.” That was the way brawny Rocky Mountain Bill Sewell spoke to me the day I met him in the biggest hotel in the biggest city in the world. Right off, when Bill’s strong, rough hand gripped mine, I knew why the Colonel of the Rough Riders had chosen him as his camping and ranching partner several decades ago. Although the big, muscular, red-bearded man from Maine had passed the seventy mark, he was about as fine a speci- men of manhood as one would meet in a week’s search; and he radiated out-of-doors strength and ruggedness. I did not miss ~+\‘ the camp-fire or the smell of ’ the pine woods when he began to “yarn,” for all these seemed embodied in this man who had lived with Roosevelt in the open. 6¢\ZES, sir, Theodore lived a good many adventures; and he loved them; liked the ex- citement of them; the demand they made upon his resource- fulness and his courage and judgment. But I guess the kind of adventures he liked best were those he experienced in hunting; big game hunting, I mean. That's one of the reasons why he traipsed to Africa and South America. Of course, he had scientific reasons, too. He was a naturalist, and all that; but, just the same, the call of adventure urged him on a smart lot when he was packin’ up to make these trips. It was just fun for him to go over there and down a lion or so, or a gruntin’ mad old rhino. I’ve heard that he was in some mighty tight places over there and in the jungles of Brazil. “To my way of thinkin’, durin’ these big-game huntin’ trips he came closer to serious harm than-he ever did in the dozens of adventures that occurred durin’ other periods of his life. 1 don’t care whether he did hear the bullets zippin’ around down there in Cuba with the Rough Riders; and I haven't forgot that some one tried to assassinate him. These were close calls, all right; but I know of several others; one in particular that was Closer than any other. When? Why, back in the old days when we were together on Elkhorn Ranch out in Dakota. Yes, sir, it was about as close as he ever got to havin’ his scalp took, so to speak. What did he do? Oh, he just stopped a chargin’ grizzly single-handed. That’s all; and when you say it quick it don't sound like much, does it? But you ask any old-timer whether he would like to try that job. Was I there? No, of Mountain Bill Sewell time than any dozen men. Hair- By Irving Crump The beast was towerin’ right over him BOYS’ LIFE Grizzly course not, Didn’t I say he stopped the bear single-handed? That means he was all alone; and let me tell you, mister, a man who stacks up against a grizzly without company is either all man or all fool, And Theodore wasn’t any fool. “TI got the story partly from him and partly from evidence, havin’ seen the bear. Theodore wouldn’t talk much about it, and only smiled and said he had had a bully time when I rf ° asked him about it, so for that ie eee reason I didn’t know for a lit- ~~“ tle while just how narrow his escape had been. I suppose » Dow and me (Dow was my cousin and a partner in the ranch with Roosevelt and me) were busy with the cattle or something else (you see, ’'m a little unsteady as to details, because this is crowdin’ forty ae years ago); anyhow, we didn’t go off on the huntin’ trip with him. He had a guide whose name has slipped me; but I do ate 8 recollect that he was a grouchy * ead’ fellow sometimes. It seems that he got one of his unpleas- ant moments while he was with Theodore, and probably became so disagreeable that Roosevelt just dismissed him right there; sent him on about his business and decided to go it alone with the pack horses and outfit that belonged to him. That’s how he came to be off in the woods without a bunkie. “ But bein’ alone didn’t cause him any worry, I guess, He was able to take care of him- self. However, campin’ alone with pack horses and like of that in those days wasn’t very easy; and I guess Theodore had his troubles. “, He stuck to the trail all the first day, and when night came he made his own camp, cooked his own supper and rolled in. Next day he was up an’ on his way early, but he hadn’t traveled the rough country more than an hour or two when a great big, silver tip rose right up on the trail in front of him, and grunted nasty like, with his hair up between his shoulders and his lips curled mighty ugly. Me yg 6é67QHE outfit was in a muddle right there, for the pack horses came up short, with snorts of terror, and with every nerve quiverin’ just as all horses do when they come across Ol’ Ephram. Horses are mighty scary when a bear’s in sight; and these pack horses of Theodore’s weren't any excep- tion. They just stopped long enough to wheel all the way ‘round, and then they made the dust fly getting out of the woods. Theodore couldn’t stop them, and in a flash he was all alone in the trail with the big, old grizzly lookin’ him over and gettin’ madder and madder all the time. “Up came Theodore’s rifle (I don’t remember what kind it was, but likely enough it was a light Winchester, because he was out for deer and not for bear). But it didn’t bother him any that his gun was too light to stop a grizzly, Bang! she went; then bang! bang! He got in three good shots. (Continued on page 43.) — ————— aaa = © mh te

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ed Ds ell up ny nd Ce, ie 2 or em OD , ww rT Ow SS oe The Boy Scouts’ Magazine tle Illustrated by Clyde Forsythe ?. ~ _ Cer Bounry te * —— — a ELL, what are you going to do about it, eh? Do I get a chance?” Silence for a full minute and then the answer drifted up to Reddy Brant’s ears. “T reckon you do, Ain't none of us what you'd call plaster saints. When you say youre dealing all fair and square from now on she’s satisfactory to me. It’s against my reli- gion to hang bars around a feller for what he’s done, pro- viding he’s trying hard to forget it and go straight. You play a square hand, Jim, and my mouth is tighter than a porous plaster, but I asks you to remember that I mean straight.” “That's mighty good of you, Baldy. Shake.” “Nope. Prove that you’re playing on the square and there ain’t nobody on this green earth that will welcome your hand more than me. I’m betting that two thousand that you keeps your word, Jim, and that’s a danged lot of money for a forty-dollar puncher to pass up.” “T appreciates it, Baldy.” “Prove it, Jim.” Reddy peered down from the loft door of the barn and watched Jim Magruder swing into his saddle and ride away. Below Reddy stood “ Baldy ” Hammond, hands on hips, also watching Magruder, Finally Baldy shook his head and walked down to the bunk-house of the X-L ranch, while Reddy chewed straws reflectively and rubbed his freckled nose. Reddy liked Baldy with a liking that almost amounted to adoration, if a_ fifteen-year-old, red-headed, freckled-faced, my-own-boss sort of a boy can show admiration for anybody. When’ Jim Burns, owner of the X-L outfit, had proclaimed Reddy a bunkie of his buckaroos and made him a first class cow hand at forty a month, Baldy had taken Reddy under his own supervision. He taught him to rope and hog-tie a steer, how to break a brone gentle; how to shoot a pistol from his hip, which saves a precious fraction of a second when fractions mean life, and had spent hours teaching him to shoot a 45-90 Win- chester with both eyes open. And Reddy loved him for it all. He was an apt pupil, and the wisdom of his fifteen years was a never ending source of amusement to the range-wise Baldy. EDDY did not like Magruder, who had drifted in one » day and struck Burns for a job. Magruder was a cow- boy from the top of his sombrero to the run-over heels of his boots, and he got the job. Reddy admired his ability as a rider or a roper, but there was something sinister about Magruder’s ability with a gun. He could toss a tomato can into the air, and make it hop six times before it hit the ground. He wore his gun tied down, which is the sign of a man expecting trouble. Then came the trouble between the sheepmen and the cattlemen. Pitched battles were of daily occurrence for weeks. Sheepmen imported gun men, and the casualties were many. Then came sort of a truce. The sheepmen agreed to keep their flocks within certain boundaries, which were religiously patroled by cowboys, and finally an armed peace was declared. Jim Burns’ fat face resumed its sunny smile, and he quit carrying a holstered rifle when he rode abroad. Reddy watched Baldy go into the bunk-house and then rolled over on his back and stared at the cracks in the ceil- ing. He whistled softly through the hole where his front teeth were missing, and wrinkled his nose. “Now, that’s queer,” he told a chipmunk, which scuttled along a dusty rafter, “Two thousand dollars! Baldy Hammond’s betting that much on Jim Magruder. Wonder where Baldy got two thousand? Gosh, I’m sleeping with a millionaire and didn’t know it. Or maybe—” Reddy puckered up his lips, and between his eyes came the deep creases that made men bet he was past the voting age. M AGRUDER was late to supper that night. Jim Burns, Ed Milton, Baldy and Reddy were just finishing when he swung open the door of the cook-shack and stepped inside. “Late, eh?” he grunted. “Came danged near being later, Shepherd shot a little high—that’s all.” He dropped his sombrero on Burns’ knee and turned to pour out a basin of water. A jagged hole was drilled in the high crown of the hat. . “I'd a got him if I’d had a Winchester,” spluttered Ma- gruder between splashes of water. “Can’t do a thing with a six-gun at that range.” Burns examined the hat and laid it on the table. “Just potted at me,” explained Magruder, sliding into a seat at the table. “I’m riding along the side of Benson’s ridge, looking down at a bunch of woolies which seems close to the line, when all to once my hat hops. off my head. “You ought to let us pack rifles, Burns,” urged Milt. “T know she looks like we was huntin’ trouble, but when a feller ain't got nothing but a belt gun it gives them shepherds a big edge.” Burns nodded gravely and got to his feet. “TI hate this sort of thing, boys, but; Pll be hanged if I stands for any shepherd bushwhacking any of my boys. Take rifles tomorrow. All I asks is that’ vou don’t shoot first. Baldy, you take that side of the range tomorrow, and Magru- der can ride down towards Parson’s canyon.” “Where do I go, boss?” grinned Reddy. “You go right here,” declared Burns. “I’m taking no

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chances on getting my star buck- aroo killed,” “If they shoot him in the head with a 45-90 it would melt the lead before it could horn in- side,” laughed Magruder. “Yeah?” flared the _ kid, “Td as soon melt it as to bounce it off, Magruder, which would happen to you. Bet you two thousand—” Reddy bit his tongue and felt badly in his soul for mentiox- ing that sum of money. He saw Magruder give Baldy a lightning glance, but Burns’ booming laugh broke the tension. “ Magruder, you better think twice before you tries to hang anything on that red feller,” he chuckled. “ Reddy ate the answer book.” JHEN the three line riders left the next morning, each car- ried a _ holstered 45-90 Winchester under his right knee, a 45-90 being the only caliber rifle at the X-L ranch. Reddy watched them ride away and then went to work on his new rope, which he had tied between a tree and the corner of the barn, working it into shape by looping the slack around a vinegar bottle, and forcing the round bottle the entire length of the rope. This smoothed, stretched and seasoned it all in one operation. Magruder and Milt came home to supper. It was nothing unusual for a rider to be late to supper, but the fact seemed to worry Reddy. He sat on the ranch-house porch until long after dark, listening to the chirping of crickets, and wonder- ig why his bunkie did not come. Magruder and Milt were snoring in their bunks when Reddy went to bed. Reddy was the first one up in the morning and he made a bee line for the ranch house, where Jim Burns was standing on the porch, talking to “Shorty” Bowers, of the Triangle-Dot out- fit. Reddy trotted up to the porch, and the two men turned to him. “Baldy was killed yesterday or last night, Reddy,” said Burns, softly. “Shorty found him this morning beside the trail near the old Wilson cabin. Shot twice from behind.” “His horse was near there,” added Shorty, “and about a hundred yards further up the trail I found these.” He held out two empty brass cartridge shells, Reddy, dazed and heartsick, took one of them out of Shorty’s hand and peered at it. It was a 45-70 shell. Reddy studied it closely and then took the other one. They were just alike. He handed them back. “Them sheepherders mostly all use a 45-70,” volunteered Shorty. Burns nodded and put his hand on Reddy's shoulder. “Go down and get Magruder and Milt, Reddy,” and then to Shorty: “Will you go back down there and stay with—with Baldy? I—I don’t like to leave him alone thataway. I'll get the sheriff.” “T know,” nodded Shorty, and swung into his saddle. Reddy walked slowly down to the bunk-house, and found the two men dressing. “ Boss wants you,” said Reddy, wearily. “ Baldy was killed yesterday down near the old Wilson cabin. Shot twice in the back with a 45-70, Shorty Bowers found him.” The two cowboys stared at Reddy, unbelief showing in their eyes. “ Honest, Reddy?” exclaimed Milton. “ Aw—w—!” Reddy’s eyes filled with tears and _ his freckled hands clenched. “ You—you don't think I'd lie about A oe ee Ue fg “No,” said Magruder, shaking his head. “No, I reckon not, kid. Shot in the back?” Reddy nodded, dumbly, and walked down to the corral, , BOYS’ LIFE where his pinto pony, Paint, a present from Piegan Waugh, the sheriff, nodded his head in the morning sun, “Want to go along, Reddy?” yelled Burns, but Reddy shook his head. He had no desire to see his bunkie lying beside the trail. Reddy wanted to be alone to think. For two hours he sat there on the top-pole of the corral in the hot sun, like a red-headed buzzard, thinking, thinking of one certain thing. Paint came up and nibbled at his toes, but he paid no atten- tion. INALLY the creases smoothed out of his face, and he slid off the fence. He threw his saddle on Paint and in a few minutes he was hitting the trail for Lemhi. The pinto swung along the road at a joyful gallop, but the freckled face under the flopping sombrero was a graven mask of thought. Reddy hadn’t thought it all out yet, but he was getting it piece by piece. There was excitement in Lemhi. The body had been brought in, and the sheepherder whose flocks ranged near the scene of the murder, was be- hind the bars., Many men were inside the store and the conversation was mostly in favor of lynching the herder. “Piegan Waugh says that the law will deal with him, but I has different views,” remarked a big raw-boned cow man. “ Shooting in the back don’t deserve a trial.” “Waugh cant stop us if we want him,” growled another, Reddy crawled up on the counter and listened to the talk. He glanced behind him at the shelves, and slid further back. During a heated argument he slid further back, leaned back as far as possible, and when he straightened up he had a box of cartridges shoved inside the band of his pants, Reddy had taken what he was afraid to buy, The cartridges would be paid for, but he didn’t want to answer any ques- tions just then. He angled out of the store, got on his horse and rode back to the ranch. He took Jim Burns’ rifie from the ranch-house, and then went down to the bunk-house, and when he came out he was carrying two more rifles. He got on his pinto, with the three rifles across the pommel of h‘s sadd‘e, and rode about two miles away from the ranch. He tied Paint to a mesquite bush and sat down on the side of the hill. He picked up a rifle, dropped in a cartridge, and a few seconds later the big rifle roared and a spurt of dust came from near a little white rock on the far side of the canyon. He levered out the shell and looked it over. He repeated the operation with the second gun and then with the third. He humped for a time in contemplation of the empty shells. Then he broke the seal of the box he had taken from the store. He levered a new cartridge in and out of the first rifle, and finally fired it at the white rock. He examined the empty shell and shook his head. Then he tried the second gun. The empty shell was examined, and then he picked up the third gun, It was the same caliber and model as the other two, but a long scratch on the polished butt identified it. He dropped a cartridge into the chamber, cuddled the stock under his cheek and fired. He levered the empty shell out on the ground and picked it up. He peered closely at the shell, and then Reddy did a strange thing. S fast as he could load that gun he fired it. The dust spurted in clouds from around that white rock, and Reddy seemed to be firing at a mortal enemy rather than an inani- mate object. When the last cartridge had awakened the echoes of the canyon, he picked up the empty shells, looked them over care- fully and put them in his pocket. His lips were pursed in a soundless whistle as he raced Paint all the way back to the ranch house. He put the three guns back in their places, and was sitting on the porch of the ranch house when Burns rode in. “Did they put that sheepherder in jail?” he asked, and Burns nodded. “Yeah. Coroner’s verdict said he was guilty. He was packing a 45-70 when Waugh arrested him. Naturally he

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“E gh, 0k ide urs ike ig. >n- he in ut en ut er e- as ut in. ik. ck OX re, of of na ef anemones The Boy Scouts’ Magazine swore he didn’t do it, but I reckon there ain’t no mistake. Them shells fixed him, Reddy. Seems like a fool criminal always leaves something thataway.” “Couldn’t somebody—the feller who shot him—have left them there to fool folks, Mr. Burns? Maybe it wasn’t a 45-70 that killed him.” “Yeah,” nodded Burns, “but we thought of that, They took one of the bullets out of poor Baldy. Had her weighed and measured and she’s a 45-70 all right, Reddy.” “What will they do to the shepherd?” asked Reddy, “Hang him. I’m afraid Piegan Waugh will have a hard time to keep folks from lynching his prisoner. I—I reckon he deserves it. Poor old Baldy!” “Uh-huh,” nodded Reddy. “Me and Baldy was—” Burns patted Reddy on the shoulder, and got to his feet. “J-I know, red feller. He thought a heap of you.” “Danged fat lobster,” sobbed Reddy, as he heard the door shut. “Scared I’d see him crying. I don’t give a hu-hang who sus-sees me. He liked old Baldy, too, blast his fat hide!” Reddy dashed the tears away with. the back of his hand and walked down to the corral, where he put his arms around Paint’s neck. “Paint, hawse, we’ve got the goods,” he whispered. “I know we have now.” Reddy and Burns had just started eating supper when Milt and Magruder walked in. “Going to be a lynching in Lemhi tonight,” declared Milt, digging into the savory mulligan. “Let’s all go down and see the fun, eh? Sheriff won’t never be able to stop that bunch when they start, believe me.” “Waugh is foolish to try and stop them,” observed Burns. “Tt won’t be held against him if he hands over the keys,” “Had to swear to protect his prisoners, didn’t he?” asked Reddy. “What does swearing amount to?” snarled Magruder. “I don’t know,” replied Reddy, “but I’m betting that Pie- gan Waugh knows. He knows things—that hombre does.” “ He'll learn something tonight,” growled Magruder. The whole X-L outfit rode to Lemhi that evening—all ex- cept Sing Wah, the cook, who didn’t care who got lynched just so everybody got home at meal time. O outward appearances the town was quiet, but there seemed to be an undercurrent of excitement. Men gathered in small groups, spoke for a few moments in whispers and then drifted apart. Reddy noticed all this, but he was still busy thinking. He knew that nothing would be done until dark. He saw six riders, armed with rifles, leave town in differ- ent directions and he knew that the three entrances into Lemhi would be well guarded in case the sheriff had sent for help. Suddenly he got up from the sidewalk and trotted over to where he saw Burns and Magruder, He had left them some time before. “ Reddy, you better keep out of this,” warned Burns. “ Some- body will likely get hurt.” “TI just been thinking,” said Reddy, “and I wondered if you two would help me out a little.” “Talk about it, red feller,’ grinned Burns. “Well, I was just thinking that it might help some if you and Magruder would go up with me and have a talk with the sheriff. He’s a good friend of yours, Mr. Burns, and the three of us might talk him out of putting up a fight. Somebody is sure to get killed.” Burns nodded and seemed to consider it. “Might be a good scheme, Reddy. What do you think, Magruder? ” “Me?” Magruder gave a. short laugh. “ Well, anything to oblige the kid. Don’t reckon it will do any good, though.’ Piegan Waugh met them at the door. He and Burns shook hands, and he nodded to Magruder, and patted Reddy on the shoulder as he invited them inside. A gray face and a pair of frightened eyes peered at them from the bars of a cell. (Continued on page 45.) “ J—I—held up a stage—two years ago.”

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12 F you had asked the folk of Blackfern Mountain who was the laziest man, they would have answered, “Bill Arnett,” just as they would have an- swered “Solomon” had you asked who was the wisest man. Arnett’s life work consisted of whittling soft red cedar, eat- ing, and sleeping; and he slept in his clothes because he was too lazy to take them off and put them on again. It was his boast that no razor had ever touched his face, It was in June, and the sunlight was warm. Bill Arnett sat slumped in the front doorway of his log cabin on the Black- fern, and whittled soft red cedar. Now and then he raised his unkempt and shaggy head and peered down the dim woods trail that led. toward the creek; and before very long he saw that which he had been expecting to see. He half turned and wiggled a finger at his wife, beckoning, “Here comes Firetop,” he drawled. “ You tell him, Mary.” Slatternly Mary Arnett walked to the doorway and looked. She saw a barefooted, bareheaded and redheaded, sunburned and freckled boy of about twelve, who wore knee-trousers of brown jeans and a shirt of badly faded calico. It was this boy that they had nicknamed “ Firetop” because of his fiery red hair; and they had called him that so much that he had for- gotten his given name altogether. “Tell him yeself!” snapped Mary Arnett in her backwoods talk. “ You ain’t too lazy to do that, I shorely do hope!” HE lad came on, whistling merrily, up the rain-washed path that led to the cabin door. He stopped whistling when he stood within arm’s reach of Arnett, and smiled. Arnett closed his knife and braced himself for the ordeal that was ahead of him. To tell the boy required more courage than he ordinarily possessed. “ Firetop,” he began, with brutal finality, “we're too pore to keep ye any longer. I reckon we'll haf to let ye go.” Little Wexford’s smile faded out to nothing. It hadn’t been much of a home, to be sure, still, there had been a roof to keep off the rain, and a fire when the weather was cold, and some- thing more or less to eat, and—companionship. He thought of his own mother again, and in some vague way he was glad that she couldn’t know. Big Jack Wexford had been accidentally killed in a logging-camp, and his wife had fol- lowed him out on the long trail soon afterward. The worthless Arnetts were distant relatives of the far better Wexfords, and, since the boy Wexford had no nearer kin, upon the Arnetts had fallen the duty of caring for him. “ All right,” said Firetop, smiling once more; fortunately for him, he had inherited the ability to make the best of all things. “Tve got my clo’es on my back, so I reckon I'll say good-by to you and Mary now. I’m shore much obleeged to ye both for keepin’ me endurin’ the time ye’ve kept me, Bill. So-long and good luck to ye both, Bill and Mary!” He turned and went back down the dim woods path, and the Arnetts watched him a little shamefacedly. He had taken it much easier than they had thought he would—he, who had nothing in all the world but a pair of brown jean knee- trousers and a faded calico shirt! Firetop followed the woods path; it was sure to lead him somewhere. For long hours he followed it, and it led him into a country that to him was not familiar. Four o’clock BOYS’ LIFE Hapburg Liebe Illustrated by Edgar Wittmack of the afternoon of that day saw him plodding wearily along the bank of a sparkling stream that led up the center of a thickly-wooded valley and to a logging-camp. He knew logging-camps, and he liked them; they had steam engines and such things there. The workers were big fellows, who wore high boots with spikes in their soles, he remembered. Well, he’d ask the superin- tendent for some sort of a-job—— Firetop’s keen eyes had suddenly caught sight of something that had broken his train of thought. It was a blotch of pale- blue in the nearby undergrowth. He halted, parted the laurels that obscured his vision, and peered through, There on a stone beside the sparkling mountain creek a young woman sat with her head bowed. She wore her brown hair up, and she wore shoes and stockings, and her pale-blue percale dress had been neatly made and neatly laundered. Then Firetop noted that her face seemed sad, In reality it was tear-streaked! In another moment the barefoot boy was bending over her, and as yet she had not seen him. “What’s the matter, lady?” he asked bashfully but sym- pathetically. She jumped at the sound of his voice. Then she rose to her feet and began to ask him questions. Within three short minutes she knew his history from beginning to end, after which she took his hand and led him to her father’s big, hewn- log house, where she fed him until he couldn’t eat any more. The prettiness of her was amazing; he could hardly believe that she and Mary Arnett were both women! Her name, he learned, was Sally Munroe. “Since you are going to the logging-camp,” she said as she let him out at the front door, “ please give this to Stevens Bar- rett, the superintendent.” ’ IRETOP stopped to look back at her when he reached the gate. She was standing on the edge of the porch, and her face wore the same mask of sadness it had worn down at the creek. Then she called to him softly: “You'll see a big man named Joe Greave at the logging- camp. He owns a spotted hound. Don’t have anything to do with Greave, because he’s bad.” Little Wexford nodded his bare red head and went on. The logging-camp was in a clearing of some two acres; there was a big, rough building which served as a boarding-house for the timber-jacks; a smaller building which held the company’s general store, and a machinery-repair shed. Firetop found the superintendent in his office, which was in a corner of the lower floor of the boarding-house. Barrett was a big, stalwart and sunburned young man; he wore the broad hat, blue shirt, corduroy clothes and _ high- laced boots of a woodsman. Firetop gave him Sally Munroe’s letter, which he opened and read with much interest. And the striking part of it was that Steven Barrett’s countenance was every whit as grief-stricken as Sally’s! Firetop wondered what it was all about, but he somehow did not dare to ask. However, he did dare to ask for a job. Barrett smiled, put questions to him, and gave him a place as kitchen-boy. 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AW nk cd he re, in- ng le- ne th en at ~ eee as i ee The Boy Scouts’ Magazine WEEK passed before the boy learned the secret. And yet it was hardly a secret. Larkins, the cook, told him as the two sat on the edge of the back porch in the shade. “ Now, don’t you tell that J told you, son,” half whispered Larkins. His voice became louder as he continued: “ Steve is sure up a tall tree. He’s a poor young man from town, but with a good eddication, He worked for the big lumber concern which owns this here log outfit, and which sent him up here to learn the business from the ground up. Well, he learned fast, and soon he had the superintendent’s place. Then he— now don’t tell that J told you this—he fell in love with old John Munroe’s Sally, and her with him. Then all at once Steve’s rosy future was knocked into a cocked hat, as the sayin’ is. “The company,’ the cook went on, after drawing a deep breath, “ always sent its monthly pay-day money out to Bar- rett, who paid the loggers. Two weeks ago they sent Steve thirteen hundred dollars, and Steve somehow lost it. The presi- dent o’ the company is a sour old codger, and he thinks Steve took it for hisself. And so they’re givin’ Steve until next pay- day to think the matter over and hand the money back arid confess; and if he don’t somethin’ is goin’ to happen to him —jail, maybe, Steve has got that much money of his own, and he could give that to ’em, but he ain’t goin’ to confess to bein’ a thief—I heard him tell the president o’ the company that. Nor I don’t blame him, do you? And all o’ this is why Sally looks sad like you said, son; and no wonder Steve looks like the star mourner in a double funeral percession! You sure mustn’t tell that I told you. Unnerstand?” “T wont,” promised Firetop, “ And when a Wexford says he won’t, why, he won’t; and that’s all the’ is to it.” His father had been fond of saying that. To keep their word once it was given, that had come very near to being a religion with the Wexfords. “Somebody out here must ha’ got that money,” the lad mut- tered, speaking more to himself than to the cook. “ I wonder who it was?” ““Oh, somebody got it, o’ course,” Larkins agreed. “ But it don’t do to accuse a man o’ stealin’; not out here, anyways, unless you know for sure a T that instant the voice of an eavesdropper came from the nearby corner of the boarding-house, interrupting. “Right!” in a tigerish sort of growl. “ You, Larkins, what d’ye mean a-tellin’ the super’s private matters to this here boy?” It was the camp’s acknowledged bully, Joe Greave, against whom Sally Munroe had warned Firetop. He was a huge man, and the other timber-jacks called him “ Bald Mountain Joe” because he hailed from Bald Mountain. Greave had never liked the cook; with his spotted hound at his heels, he stepped to Larkins, seized him by both shoulders and shook him roughly. Firetop angrily caught at the bully’s arm and tore his shirt sleeve; and Greave promptly turned his attention to the boy. Just then, however, Stevens Barrett came around the boarding-house corner, and Greave saw him and freed little Wexford. “None of that, Bald Mountain!” said Barrett. here yet. Get me?” While the two big men stared hard and silently at each other, Firetop rubbed his arm at the point at which Bald Mountain Joe’s ragged nails had bitten almost through the skin. Then he looked upward defiantly into Greave’s coarse face, and said explosively: “You—you money-thief!” The accusation came like a thunderbolt, and Greave fairly jumped in spite of himself. Young Superintendent Barrett spoke again: “ What are you doing in camp at this time of “T’m boss day, Bald Mountain? ” The dark-visaged hillman muttered something about having broken his axe-handle, and walked off, into his office, and they sat down. “Son,” asked the superintendent, “what made you call (Continued on page 47) Barrett led the boy iN Firetop placed his slender little body in the doorway

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Under Two Eagle By Corporal Paul logolevitch Illustrated by John R. Neill E got our horses, saddled them and prepared for whatever orders we might receive not a moment too soon, for a sheli burst right over our stable and the shrapnel took the corner off the roof. When we reached the main street, we found it jammed with artillery, transports, artillery wagons, motors and_ troops. Again we turned back and, at a wild gallop, made our way to a field. There we ran into a scene of disorder such as it is almost impossible to de- scribe—an army run amuck! Thousands of soldiers and horses were running wild across the field. Guns and ammunition were scattered everywhere. Transports. and Red Cross wagons were standing upside- down or hopelessly entangled with artillery and gun-carriages. Shrapnel was bursting in the air and bombs were falling from enemy planes which hovered above, swooping down from time to time and spraying the confused mass with machine gun bullets. Soldiers carrying the wounded on stretchers, dropped their burdens and ran to save themselves. The agonized cries of the wounded added to the awful din. On the main road panic stricken troops were engaged in a desperate struggle to get out of harm’s way without the faintest idea of where safety lay. The struggling mass made a plain target for the German guns. The execution was terrific. Suddenly a grenade burst not twenty yards from me and flying splinters struck down my nearest comrade, My own horse fell to her knees and I lost my seat. My animal was uninjured, however. I scrambled back, and followed. At length we managed to get out of the open field and found shelter in the woods. By the time we reached this cover, we observed that our artillery had at last started a counter-attack, and shrapnel and shell were flying towards the enemy’s lines. In the forest, we found thirty or forty men of our regiment, but Sergeant Pirov, Stassie and I were the only members of our company who seemed to have found their way there. Getting off our tired horses, we lay down on the ground to rest, but it was not many minutes before a colonel rode over to us and ordered us to accompany an artillery brigade and some Red Cross and transport wagons. We had to do as we were ordered although, after we had ridden several miles, we learned from one of the officers that he was bound for Kovno—a two or three days’ trip! We rode all that day and through the night. At one of the villages we learned the cause of the disastrous panic in our army. \\ NYC wh UR troops, it seemed, had been entirely successful in the drive against the Huns and had recaptured the town of Rossieny, but large bodies of troops which had been sent from Kovno to reinforce our left flank had gone forward without a pound of ammunition. Col. Petroff, the commander-in-chief of the fortress of Kovno, who was later found to have been a traitor to Russia, had told the commanding officers of the con- tingent that they would find ample ammunition when they ar- rived on the firing line. = a ~ _— {| é vy, sf The flicker revealed an y if old man with a _ long A fil white beard When they took their places in the front lines, the only ammunition they received was what came from the enemy’s guns! An army without ammunition is worse than helpless. Its useless guns and equipment retard its movement, and, in the face of an attack, retreat is the only logical course. Need- less to say, the treachery that had placed our army in this awful predicament had kept the enemy fully posted, and at the proper moment an attack was launched against our helpless lines. Such catastrophes as this, which, unfortunately, were far too frequent and which were invariably the result of treachery in the Russian High Command, did more to break down the morale of the Russian army than all the legitimate successes of German arms. “Doesn’t it take the heart out of you?” lamented Stassie as we continued on our way to Kovno. “Our armies have suf- fered more from treachery in our own High Command than from any superiority in the High Command of the enemy. That I am sure of!” “TI guess you’re right, Stassie,” I answered; “but I don’t see how we can do anything to change the situation,” “We've a wonderful leader in the Grand Duke,” Stassie went on; “and Brusiloff and Korniloff are more than a match for all the Von Hindenburgs and Von Mackensens the Ger- mans can supply; but, despite superior generalship, our armies have sometimes met reverses. Does any one complain about that? If we get the worst of it after a bitter fight in which we give almost as much as we take, we accept the situation philosophically, lick our wounds and prepare hopefully for to-morrow’s battle, don’t we? That’s the fortune of war, and to-morrow’s always another day. But to be sent against the enemy with our arms practically tied behind our backs—with- out the ghost of a fighting chance—to take all that’s handed to us without a chance in the world to strike back—that’s not the fortune of war, Paul—that’s wholesale murder! Id just like to have my hands for one second on the throat of the Russian traitor that’s responsible for such crimes!” The look on Stassie’s face as he expressed the last sentiment spoke volumes. He was only repeating, however, the protest that was being constantly voiced in the ranks of the Russian army. Successive experiences of the character of what we had witnessed at Betigola—all brought about in precisely the same way—at length broke the spirit of the Russian army. BOYS’ LIFE CEES ER RE Se ey = 4 ee — es a rh ce ee Pa aaa

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~~," qe . — — The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Sick at heart, along silently. we received a we rode At Kovno \ certificate from the commander ac- counting for our absence and rode to _ Bessigola, where we rejoined our regi- ment. The commander of our regiment iad been replaced by a Colone] Karpovitch, a man who had the reputation for being as unreasonable an officer as Panunsev had proven. Cuapter VI On Parrou HAT night the regiment moved forward in the direction of the river and occupied an estate, but our company had no chance to rest. Porutchik Lavronsev and four men, including myself, started immediately on patrol, hut, \ two men 1 Coming to a Lavronsev _ sent forward to inspect it. We / remained about half a mile away and watched them. Our two men rode up to the hut cautiously, jumped off their horses several hun- dred yards from it and, approaching on foot, en- tered it. When many minutes had elapsed and there was no sign of them we became uneasy. “What can be the matter with those fellows!” Lavronsev asked nervously, trotting his horse up and down. “Suppose we go forward and investigate, Porutchik?” I little ventured. “No! No! We'll stay right where we are!” Ten minutes more elapsed. “Tf the Porutchik will allow me and Wilinski to go to the rescue of our comrades there may still be a chance to save them!” “No, Iogolevitch, I think we'll stay right where we are,” the coward replied, trembling as he spoke. “Very well, Porutchik, I will go alone, and Wilinski here will remain with you!” Without waiting for his yea or nay, I started for the hut, I crept close to it, and then a deep groan, as from a man in pain, sent the blood to my head, and, pointing my revolver at the door of the hut, I sprang toward it. Placing my hand on the handle lightly, I turned it, but then changed my mind and threw myself flat on the ground, with my body away from the door, which I pushed open with the muzzle of my revolver. As the door slowly opened on its hinges, from my position on the ground, I fired through the open door. There came a volley of shots in return, and I decided that I was outnumbered and that it wou'd be idiotic for me to attempt to enter the place single-handed. I backed towards the forest, firing as I retreated, and, seeing what was happening, Wilinski opened fire on the hut, too. “The three of us together would have a chance against the place, Porutchik,” I suggested excitedly as I rejoined my comrades. “T am ready, Porutchik,” Wilinski chimed in. “No, boys, I guess we’ll leave bad enough alone. Follow me!” and we retraced our steps along the forest trail to the estate to report the sad result bf our adventure. A’ we were getting up the next morning some one ran into the hut saying excitedly: In the forest we found thirty or forty of our men 15 ‘*Phey were brought in on a farm truck by a Lithuanian this morning, He said he had been held up by some Germans on the road and had been ordered to con- ‘vey the bodies to us. You can see them outside if you want to!” None of us_ was particularly © anxious to see the remains of our unlucky com- rades; but half an hour later, when we left our huts to fetch our horses, we could not help it. The bodies were lying on the ground right out- side our door. When I saw _ the grewsome sight, a feeling of hatred and revenge such as I had never expe- rienced in my life before came over me. The skin of the victims was cut to pieces with a knife; the leg of one of them had been removed; the arms were three-quarter severed; the eyes had been pulled out of their sockets, and the skulls were fractured! It was an eloquent exhibition of German kultur. Shortly after this the Porutchik or- dered Stassie and me to join several others and proceed with them to a post on the banks of a river some fifteen miles away from our quarters. “You will leave your horses behind!” he added. The fifteen mile trudge took us several hours. When we reached the point designated we found a row of huts about 150 yards from our side of the river. As the Germans were in possession of an estate on the oppo- site bank of the river, we felt that these huts would make an ideal stronghold for us; but as we entered one of them a shot came through the wall—not from the other side of the river, but from the direction of a wood-pile on our side. Evidently the Huns were on both sides of the river. It was necessary for us to keep constant watch, although it was a case of listening rather than watching because of the blackness of the night. When daylight came we shifted our position to the hut near- est the wood-pile, two of us remaining on guard at the window all day long, relieving each other at half-hour intervals. LIL. we had to eat that day was the reserve bread we car- ricd in our pockets, and when night came we felt pretty miserable. Morning came at last. “In one of these huts there must be potatoes or something,” one of the men suggested. “The poor devils who abandoned them when the Huns made things too hot for them couldn't possibly have taken everything with them. Isn’t it worth while doing some foraging? ” I volunteered to make my way through the forest to a hut on the other side of the wood-pile which seemed to be less dilapidated than the ones we were occupying, and, besides, had an outhouse such as is usually employed for the storage of grain, vegetables and other supplies. I reached the shed without incident, and in one corner of it I ran across a stack of potatoes. My pockets were neither large enough nor secure enough to hold the precious treasure. Somewhere in the place, however, I hoped to find a sack or a piece of cloth which I could turn into a bag. The ground floor of the hut was in a state of disorder. Not

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16 finding what I wanted, I turned towards a flight of stairs which led to a second story or attic, and decided, although not without some misgivings, to go up and explore. It was dark, and I lit a match to see where I was going. At the head of the stairs there was a large room. In it I saw two tables, each covered with a cloth. There was the very thing I wanted—one of these table-cloths! As I snatched it from the table I detected a strange movement of the other table- cloth, as though there were some one hiding under it! Without further investigation I sprang for the door and flew down the stairs—my speed hastened by a terrifying sight that met my eyes. The stairs were in flames! The match I had lit and thrown away had evidently fallen upon a pile of rubbish at the foot of the staircase, and the woodwork was now ablaze, and smoke was spreading through the place. Just as I reached the door I heard footsteps above; a few muttered curses, and the next moment I was down in a heap. Some one had jumped the full flight of stairs and pounced upon my back. I felt the powerful grasp of a strong hand at my throat, and everything turned black. Something burning fell on my cheek, and then my assailant loosened his grip; and as I opened my eyes I saw him jump for the door, his hair a mass of flames! Bursting through the door, I blew my scout whistle as loud as I could. A single blast was our signal to shoot at whatever target presented itself. Instantly I heard shots from various directions. Evidently our men, as well as the Germans across the river, were blazing away blindly as a result of my signal. Shots were coming in my direction, and I crawled along the ground to escape them. Coming to a brick well top, I knelt behind it for a moment’s rest; but the bricks were loose and my weight was too much for them. Splash! I went down into the well. ORTUNATELY the well was not more than eight or nine feet deep, with only three or four feet of water in it; but the cement sides were so slimy that try as I might I could not get out. I must have been in the well about four hours when I heard voices above me, I was not sure whether the voices came from friend or foe; but, deciding to take a chance, I blew my whistle. A voice called to me in Russian. BOYS’ LIFE. “Don’t worry, Paul. We'll have you out in a jiffy!” A moment or two later I was hauled to the top by means of a rope, and found myself in the hands of men from our third company, who explained that they had relieved my own comrades at noon. The blast from my whistle had precipitated a hot fight between our men and the German patrols, and the Huns had been forced.to flee across the river. The man who had fled from the hut with his hair afire, they told me, had made a plain target and had been shot. On his body they had found notes regarding our forces and a map of the surrounding country, indicating that he was a German spy. The next morning our company was recalled to the regiment. We found the place completely entrenched and occupied by large forces of our infantry, We were getting ready, appar- ently, to attack the Germans across the river. We had a real dinner, the regimental] kitchen having arrived, and after our meal each of us received a fresh supply of under- wear. It was the first chance we had had to change since we had left Urany. As Stassie expressed it: “If we don’t need the change— perhaps the vermin do.” Cuapter VIT THE BATTLE OF SAVENDIKI T midnight we were aroused and ordered to saddle our horses and prepare for a march. After some three or four hours’ ride we came to an estate about two miles from a river. Between the estate and the river was a village. Our regimental headquarters was established in the estate, and after putting up our horses we were ordered to continue, on foot, to the village, where we were to relieve the infantry force stationed there. The village was surrounded by trenches; and we learned from some of the infantrymen whom we relieved that directly across the river was the village of Savendiki, which was held by a strong force of Germans. Captain Panunsev was in charge of our four squadrons, the Colonel having remained on the estate, and I was detailed as his aide. In the evening, when the watch was changed, I ac- companied the Captain on a tour of the trenches, and he warned all the officers and men to keep on the alert. “ Better not remove your uniform, Iogolevitch,” he suggested when we returned. “ We may be called suddenly, and there won’t be time to dress!” Then he flung himself down on the cot that had been pro- vided for him, and I followed his example. It must have been several hours later when I was awakened by a crash at our door, followed almost instantly by the sound of bullets striking the wall of the hut. Panunsev and I both scrambled out. Our men in the village were established on the (Continued on page 51) ‘i ( al y HANS Wis AAU ee ASS IN | WS, eee As I snatched one cloth I saw a movment under the other i i i i i i te le a ae ee ae eet ee. a, cee ae ant ae 8

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re The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 17 1e@rmess By Samuel Scoville, Jr. Illustrated by Charles Livingston Bull CHAPTER XII \ Tue Srece OR a few moments there was neither sound nor sight of their pursuers. ‘The woods stretched away fresh and still in the early sun- light. Just back of the cabin chimed the golden notes of a her- mit thrush. As if there were no danger nor death in the world, the bird sang until his little body trembled with the ecstasy of the song. Joe crouched close to the wall beside the open front window, § while Will at the other side of the fe long upper room guarded the "ae back entrance. As the minutes \ i 4 went by he dared hope that the moonshiners had turned back. “T don’t believe they’re com- tte ing,” he whispered. Joe only grunted and pointed to the open sky, where a moment before a red-tailed hawk had been hovering just above the tree-tops. As Will looked the bird began to circle higher into the sky, while a passing crow suddenly cawed warningly. “The birds see ’em_ hiding,’ said the Indian. The boys crouched quiet and tense for a full ten minutes longer. “Tm going to peek out,” mut- tered Will at last. “No, no,” hissed Joe, “you wait,” and he crawled along the floor to where lay an old cap which some one had left in the room. Picking this up he raised it cautiously on the end of his bow, just above the front window ledge, and moved it back and forth. At first nothing happened. Finally Joe raised the bow until the cap showed full and fair beyond the sill. 9 Almost before the NSTANTLY from two different points at the edge of the woods came the sharp crack of high-powered rifles and the cap spun to the floor with two round holes showing through it. Joe gave a shriek.ending in a deep groan. The trick worked. From out of a tangle of dry grass and huckleberry bushes, which did not seem sufficient cover to hide a rabbit, peered the fierce face of the half-breed. Grinning savagely, he rushed to the door. Joe fitted an arrow to his bow and waited. Sounded a twang like the open bass string of a banjo and the arrow hissed through the air and sank deep into the thigh of the outlaw. With a yell of pain and fury he swung his repeating rifle up and fired two shots in instant succession through the open window. Both boys lay close to the log wall and escaped unharmed. Almost before the sound had died away he was gone. Only a tiny red trail marked where he had stood. For a few moments there was a silence. Will caught him- self counting his heart beats and wondering how long it would take a high-powered car to cover thirty miles of rough roads. If only, the enemy could be persuaded to make a long siege of it help would come in time. The attacking party, however, was . 5 ] lice. sound had died away he was gone headed by a leader of no ordinary ability. For ten years the big moonshiner hic successfully pitted his wits against the best of internal revenue officers and the craftiest of mounted po- He had instantly noticed the telephone wire which led to the cabin and realized that prob- ably a call for help had already reached the town. Yet. he was not the man to give up the for- tune which he had lost overnight or to forego the secret of his best hiding-place without a struggle. IS next move was a shrewd one, Stationing the wound- ed man back of a tree which com- manded the whole front of the cabin Dawson and the half-breed suddenly appeared in the open carrying between them a log fully ten feet long and nearly a foot in diameter. With this as a battering ram and guarded by the rifle of their hidden compan- ion, they hoped to force an entrance. Staggering under th: ‘ heavy log they swung it with a s ; i crash full against the front door. Fs 7 Fortunately for the boys it : i was built of solid oak and held in place by a massive bar. No ordinary door would have stood up for an in- stant against the smash of that heavy log swung with all of Dawson’s giant strength. As it was the planking split from top to bottom and the cabin rocked on its foundations. Still the door held fast. a2 OE tried to stand up cautiously for another shot. The sniper’s tree, however, had been craftily chosen so as to cover every point and at the very first movement a_ bullet whined through the open window, just grazing Joe’s hair. Lying on his back, the boy raised his bow up over his head, intending to shoot by guess at his unseen foes. The half-breed, however, was a noted shot and was shooting from a rest less than fifty feet away. As the end of the bow showed above the window ledge he drew a careful bead and fired. There was a sharp crack as the bullet shattered the end of the bow, leaving noth- ing in Joe’s hands but a useless jagged stick. With the shot came another crash of the battering ram. It was evident that the door could not stand up against many more such blows. Creeping along the floor, the boys leaped down the stairs and began to pile everything movable against the battered door. First came the heavy oak table, which they tipped up on one end and stood up flat so that it was almost like an inner door. This they braced with a heavy chest and propped with chairs and logs of firewood. Reinforced by all this barricade, the door yielded so slowly that it seemed prob- able that it would hold out until help came. The same thought evidently occurred to the moonshiner, for suddenly the blows of the battering ram stopped. Will

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18 and Joe scurried upstairs to guard the windows, fearing that the sudden lull might mean that one of the enemy was trying to enter there. Clutching their clubs they crouched ready to beat back the expected attack. It did not come. NSTEAD, in the silence, there sounded a tiny ominov; crackle and up the staircase floated a faint wisp of blue smoke. The besiegers had touched a match to the dry brush and leaves piled against one side of the cabin and lay in ambush where they could pick the boys off with their rifles when the flames drove then into the open. The crackling sounded louder and louder until the living-room was blue with thick choking smoke. For a moment the boys stared into each other’s faces and there was despair in their eyes. Little tongues of red flame began to creep in through the chinks in the logs. At last Joe spoke. “You stand here by front window,” he said. “TI try to get out back door before it get too hot. When you hear door open you jump and dive into brush. They all be watching door and you get away.” “What about you?” said Will. “Perhaps they miss me in the smoke,” said Joe. “ Anyway, you gave me first chance to get in cave. I give you first chance to get out of cabin.” Will looked at the Indian’s face. It was as stolid as ever, but in the deep eyes gleamed a look which Will had never seen there before and he realized for the first time how much Joe was to him. “No,” he said, gripping the boy’s hand, “I won’t do it. They’d shoot you down like a dog. Even if I got away I'd never forget that I let you stay and be killed for me. No good scout would leave a friend.” A choking coil of smoke eddying up the staircase cut him short. Below they could see the whole room filled with a whirl of red flames. “Too late now,” said Joe quietly. “We both jump out. Easier to die quick by bullet than slow by fire.” “Wait a minute,” cried Will as the other approached the window, “we'll hold on until the very last before we do that. Mr. Donegan may be here any minute.” As he stopped speaking they listened, hoping against hope to hear the whir of an approaching car, but there was no other sound than the crackle and hiss of the fire as it gained headway and began to roar up the narrow stairway. Already the flames were so near that the boys, huddled in the farthest corner, felt their blistering touch. As they crouched Will caught sight of a rude ladder some six feet long lying against the wall. “What’s that for?’ he said thickly to Joe. “It can’t reach the ground. There must be a loft here.” VEN as Will spoke he caught sight of a little trap-door in the ceiling, evi- dently leading to some air chamber or garret. In a sec- ond the boys had the ladder up. As Will started to mount it a burst of flame came up the stairs. “If we go up,” said Joe slowly, “we never come down. We die like rats in a trap. I want to die in the open, fighting,” and he fitted the thong of his war-club around his arm and again started for the window. “No, no,” gasped Will. “Come here, quick! There may be a chance to reach the roof. If we can only get a few minutes more we’re saved. The car may be almost here now.” Joe hesitated and then followed his friend. They went up the ladder and as they squeezed into the little loft a whirl of red flame circled the rounds up. which they had just come. Slamming shut the trap-door they found themselves in a loft fierce face of the half-breed From out a tangle of grass and bushes peered the BOYS’ LIFE not four feet high where, although the air was hot and heavy, they were yet safe for the moment from the smoke and the flame. They could discover no opening leading to the outside roof and it was immediately evident that with their rude clubs it was hopeless to expect to break through the heavy joists and double layers of shingles which lay between them and the open air. At one end of the loft Joe’s groping hands came against the sides of the great stone chimney. ‘The masons who had built this had not troubled to plaster that part of the chimney passing through the loft, and as Joe felt over the rough sur- face his hands touched two or three stones that felt loose. With a grunt he called Will over to him and they tugged and pried with hands and clubs until finally one of the larger stones yielded and caine out. This loosened others. Tugging and pulling frantically, with the flames knocking at the door, the boys at last made a yawning gap clear through the side of the chimney, which at this point was only two layers thick. Wriggling into the opening Joe filled his lungs full of deep draughts of the cool outside air. Fumbling within he found a jutting ledge on which he could stand, with his head almost on a level with the top of the chimney. Crawling back to Will, he explained the situation to him in a few hasty words. A moment later both boys were inside the chimney. For the present they dared not climb up to the top of the chimney lest they should be easy marks for the watchers below. The thicker stones would keep out the smoke and even the heat for some time. When it became unendurable they could either climb out on the roof or climb down the chimney, where the walls were thicker, and take their chances of living through the fire. At any rate they were certain of a respite until the flames forced their way into the loft whence they had come. ITH their heads on a level with the cap-stone they could hear distinctly all that was going on below them. The Indian from his ambush was shouting out something in the Chippewa tongue that made Joe smile grimly from his perch. “What does he say?” inquired Will. “He say,” translated Jue. “he hope we like quick roast. If we come out he promise to kill us long and slow.” As the loft from which they had come began to blaze the heat penetrated the walls of the chimney like the breath of a furnace. The thick stones grew hotter and hotter. When the boys could bear their touch no longer they climbed down into the very middle of the vast chimney, where the stone-work had been built thicker to protect the logs of the cabin from charring under the heat of the fires in the ten-foot fireplace. There, although the air seemed to sear their lungs as they breathed, yet the stones did not actually burn their flesh as those of the upper tier had done. Soon, however, a, new danger arose. Coils of choking smoke began to eddy up through the open: ing of the chimney. At any moment they might be followed by a whirl of flame which would leave the boys blackened and burned. As the smoke grew denser they turned their faces straight up, and winding a strip of their shirts around their mouths and noses, breathed slowly and as infrequently as possible through a layer of fur. Even with this protection Will felt himself be- coming dizzy. Before his hot, straining eyes a flame-colored veil seemed wrapped. The blood pounded at his temples like hammer strokes and he felt that at any moment the red veil might turn black and he would topple down unconscious into the smother of flame and smoke below. “Why don’t they come,” he muttered hoarsely through his swollen lips to Joe, who only stared impassively up at the little square of cool, blue sky which showed above. Suddenly Joe moved ever so slightly and tried to speak. Will bent over toward him and finally heard the word which clacked on his swollen tongue. “Wolf, wolf,” Joe was muttering chokingly. Will listened, but for a moment could hear nothing except the taunting yells of the Indian outside. 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re avy, the ‘oof s it and pen inst had ney ur- red ger ing Or, ide ck. ep ind ost in the op ers nd ey ey, ng ite ad ld he he he he to id ecm tame: The Boy Scouts’ Magazine too, heard the wailing cry of a timber-wolf louder and nearer every moment. “ Some of my patrol are coming, Joe,” he whispered thickly. “Stick it out and they’ll save us yet.” Joe said nothing, but his black head wavered from where he clung against the scorching stones and the eyes which stared upward were hot and glazed. CHAPTER XIII Tue Rescue HIRTY miles away big Jim Donegan had lived up to his reputation of being the quickest acting man in the state. Hardly had he finishcd answering Will’s breathless call for help when he grabbed the receiver of his house ’phone. “Bring the racer up to the house as fast as you can,” he shouted to Donald, his chauffeur, a grizzled old soldier of fortune, who was a wizard with a car. In anotlier moment he had Mr. Sanford on the wire. “Your scouts are at the cabin held up by Dawson’s gang of murdering moonshiners. If you can get over here in five minutes with a gun, come along.” He sent the same message to Buck Masters, the village constable, a cool, daring fighter who in his time had been a Canadian ranger. “It's Dawson’s gang, so you better pack a gun and get some deputies,” ended the lumber king. “Say, Jim.’ drawled back Buck, who called everybody by their first names, “if Dawson’s after them kids we’ve got no time to hunt my deputies. I carry a Luger automatic that once stopped a bear, and I guess that’ll be gun enough for me. If you want to find ’em alive you’d better get a move on that tin Lizzie of yours.” Big Jim slammed the telephone shut, grabbed his pet rifle and a clip of car- tridges from his gun-room, took the stairs in two jumps and reached the door just as the racer arrived. “Stop at Buck Masters’,” he ordered shortly, “and then see what time you can make between here and the cabin. You're all the time kicking because I don’t let you run fast enough; now let’s see what you can snap out of your old boat. Wait, though, perhaps I’d better get you a gun,” and Donegan started to jump out of the car. Donald only grinned and showed the butt of an old-fash- ioned Navy revolver sticking out of his hip pocket. “She be all the gun I want,” he observed, “and has been for twenty years.” (| ERTS bhih i af 'y Le! j HEY whirled down the long twisting driveway at break- neck speed. As they flashed through the gates they met Mr. Sanford running toward them carrying a double-barreled shotgun. In his wake panted a small boy with a muzzle- loading carbine of the vintage of 1840. “ Well, well, well!” rumbled Mr, Donegan as Donald brought the quivering car to a full stop. “ Look who’s here. Looks as if the Home Guards had broke loose again. The school- teacher’s got a nice pop-gun and little Willie has his great- grandfather’s flint-lock.” Mr. Sanford climbed into the back seat without a word, but the leader of the Wolf Patrol had to défend the fair fame of his weapon. “She ain’t much to look at,” Freddie explained, “but I killed a deer with her once and she’ll make any old moon- shiner who gets within range pretty sick, all right.” “Get out,” said Donald, trying to push the boy off the running-board, “this be no place for kids.” “I’ve gotta go,” cried Freddie. “Will belongs to my patrol. If them moonshiners are hurtin’ him and Joe there The besiegers lay in ambush where they could pick the boys off when the flames drove them into the open. ain’t nobody goin’ to keep me away.” “Oh, let him, let him in,’ said Big Jim shortly, “he’ll be as much use as the schoolmaster with that scatter-gun.” At the edge of the village they picked up Buck Masters. “T see you got some deputies after all,” he remarked as he sat down on the back seat along with the other men. “ They look all right to me,” he said, pat- ting Freddie’s moist back, “ and I’m glad to set with ’em, for I feel safer than up in front of them savage lookin’ guns.” “ Well,” said Mr. Sanford, “we don’t pretend to have the very latest things in guns, but we’re going to stay right with you and do the best we can, aren’t we, Freddie?” “You bet you,” said the latter, dropping his carbine so that it nearly bored into the sinall of Mr. Donegan’s back. “That’s the good talk,” said Buck heartily, “you both look to me like real game sports. I’d suggest, however, that Gen- eral Perkins here keeps his artillery pointin’ straight up. I'd hate to have it blow a hole in Mr. Donegan when he is givin’ us such a nice ride in his new car.” Freddie blushingly accepted the suggestion and was careful to keep his carbine aimed skywards during the rest of the trip. In a minute they were beyond the village and the high- powered car whizzed along the road in a way that left the passengers little breath, for any further conversation. In spite of stretches of bad going Donald ticked off some of the miles under the minute and lived up to his reputation that day of being a dare-devil as well as a skillful driver. Occasionally, however, they would strike ruts and humps which shot the four passengers, accompanied by their guns, up into the air together. “Td rather fight a million moonshiners,” gasped Buck, ear- nestly, as the car skidded on two wheels around a sharp turn after one of these flights, “ than ride in a devil-wagon behind an escaped lunatic.” The last ten miles were along narrow wood-roads. Donald nursed his car through deep ruts and over half-sunken logs with all the skill he could command. Yet the speed slackened as the going became worse. Rounding a bend where the road ran through a clearing, over the tops of the, trees showed a cloud of (Continued on page 30)

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By William Heyliger Illustrated by Walt Louderback CHAPTER XIII Tue Twins VoLuNTEER HESTER TROOP sat up late that night while Bobby told a halting story of his experiences. When he told of the flies and the dirt there were several grunts of disgust. “They dont know any better,’ Andy Ford said in pity. “ And they think they’re having a good time.” He also told of the money that had been left; and next morn- ing they found the coin, pressed down into the soil as though it had been trampled on. At noon Don dropped the silver piece under the dining-room table; and at supper Mrs. Joyce wanted to know had any of the boys lost fifty cents; with inno- cent faces all shook their heads. That first day back in camp was, to Bobby, like a picture of a new life. ‘The breakfast—clean, well-cooked, unsullied by buzzing insects—was a joy. The general tidiness of the camp was as balin to his soul. The Troop had almost caught up with the ripening vege- tables, and they were able to labor with a calm, persistent swing—and none worked more faithfully than the scout who had just rediscovered Scouting. The camp fire that night was as no camp fire had ever been before. He sat contented within its glow; and the thought ran through his mind, over and over again, that a scout was a brother to every other scout. Once Tim Lally tapped him on the shoulder. “You're pretty quiet, kid.” “It’s good just to be here,’ said Bobby; and his shining eyes gave witness that he spoke the truth. The morning bugle, awakening him to a new day, brought him from his cot with a bound. But. quick. as he had been, others had been quicker. When he reached the river three or four of the scouts were grouped around a bundle lying on the shore. ‘Tim Lally prodded it, a piece of canvas fell back, and a scout canteen came to light. The brown cloth bore a black stamp reading R. B. “ Bobby’s things,” Andy Ford said suddenly. Bobby pushed through and opened the bundle. It contained everything that he had left behind him at the other camp—his scout suit, his haversack, his blanket—down to the least im- portant item. “Say,” said Andy, “it was pretty decent for the twins to bring that stuff back.” OBBY carried the bundle back to camp. By the time he had it stowed in his tent the morning dip period was over. Twice he repeated something that Andy Ford had said night before last while he had told his story. “ They don’t know any better.” Now that the work had slackened the scouts decided to cook their own supper in camp. Mrs. Joyce protested feebly ; but it was easy to see that she was not displeased. Cooking for so many extra boys had been an ordeal. “It will be real fun for us,” said Don. “It will be as though we were really camping by ourselves Maybe you could come over and take supper with us some night—say next Saturday.” “We'd like that,” said Mr. Joyce. “ You boys go ahead and prepare for Saturday.” Retreat had been observed every evening; but, owing to the hurry of getting in for a swim and getting dressed and up to BOYS’ LIFE Farmer Joyce bawled good-night to him from the window. the farm-house in time for supper, the duty had been per- formed in haste. Now it became a ceremony that occurred each day as soon as the afternoon swim was over. In rigid ranks they stood while the bugle played, and every hand went up in salute as the flag came down. HURSDAY night of that week Tim Lally remained at the farm-house when the day’s work was over to help Mr. Joyce check up some statement from the commission merchant who handled his produce. They worked hard and long and Tim was tired when Farmer Joyce bawled good-night to him from the window and he made his way toward camp. Retreat was over when he arrived. He came in quietly. There was a queer expression on his face. “ Anything wrong? ” Don asked. “Wrong? No; why?” Tim acted the part very well. ‘The moment Bobby looked away he frowned at Don and gave a slight motion of his head. His tent was the last one along one of the rows; and when he went toward it Don followed. “'They’re around again,’ Tim whispered. “Who? Joe and Pete?” Don’s voice was also low. “Yes. I saw them not a hundred yards from the camp.” “What were they doing? ” “Just watching. They heard me coming and crouched down behind some brush, but I caught a glimpse of them, They must have shifted their camp to this side of the river.” “They can’t do anything further with Bobby.” “T know that. But suppose they try something else just to make trouble for us? You can’t tell what a gang like that would be up to.” That was true. But then, again, boys who would leave fifty cents for vegetables they were taking, and who would bring Bobby’s clothing back, and who would throw away a haver- sack and then retrieve it when their honor was appealed to— Don sighed. It was a bit too complicated for him. They did not seem to be really bad, and yet—— “Keep a watch out for them tomorrow night,” he said. “Just watch. Don’t do anything. We had better get back and help with supper. The fellows will think something is up.” Next evening during retreat, Tim stood with his hand at sa- lute, but his eyes were on the woods to the north of the camp. When the ceremony was over he caught Don’s eyes. “What were they doing?” Don asked. “T don’t know; I couldnt see. Watching, I suppose.” Tim was silent a moment. “ ‘Tomorrow Mr. and Mrs. Joyce and the farm-hands will come here for supper. Suppose they see them come here and go to the house.” “They wouldn’t do that,” Don said with conviction. IM hesitated. “I suppose they wouldn’t,” he admitted grudgingly. “ What we ought to do tomorrow, though, is to go out and wait for them and get them before they know what’s up. Maybe we can scare them off.” “We'll try it,” said Don. Andy Ferd’s voice hailed them from the other side of the

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m it d n The Boy Scouts’ Magazine fire. “ What are we going to have for tomorrow night’s feast? he demanded. A dozen suggestions were made in as many seconds. It was Bobby who caught their imaginations. “Fish wrapped in clay and baked,” he cried. “Out in the channel the river’s full of fish, Pete and Joe caught them every day.” “ And big, baked potatoes!” cried Wally Woods. “ And big, ripe tomatoes!” “And roasted corn!” “ And rice and raisin pudding!” Next day the camp took on a holiday air. The morning dip was a joyous revelry. The mornings work was performed with spirit and dash. At noon Mr. Joyce told them to quit for the afternoon. Like schoolboys they came across the fields to camp, laughing and shouting. One squad started to gather wood for a fire that would be what Tim called “a pip.” An- other squad proceeded to get the rice-and-raisin pudding under way. “ What time are we going to eat?” Andy Ford asked. “Seven o'clock,” said Don. “Retreat at six o clock?” “Retreat at five o’clock,’ Don said distinctly. “Come on, Tim, you and I will get the fish.” As they walked toward the river Tim asked: “ Why five o’clock retreat? Joe and Pete? Going to be ready for them if they come snooping? ” At half-past four Don announced: “Tim and I are going up to see Mr. Joyce. If we're not back at 5 o’clock go right ahead.” HEY walked from camp with a care-free air, and had any scout been watching he would have seen them go straight to the farm-house and around to the rear. But once out of sight they struck due east until they were on a line with the camp but farther up the river in the woods. Then slowly they moved south toward the camp, every sense alert. After a while Tim nodded to Don to halt. “It was about here,’ he whispered. ‘They took shelter be- hind some thick brush and knelt with one knee on the ground. As they waited doubts arose in Don’s mind. What would he say to the twins? What right had he to order them off another person’s land? What law was there against boys coming into the woods and watching a scout camp? Tim Lally clutched his arm. The silence of the woods was broken by a snapping sound. He saw a form move between the trees. It came nearer, nearer, and stopped at last within ten feet of where he and Tim knelt. Tim’s lips formed a soundless word: “Pete!” Joe Rivers followed. toward the camp. “You keep your eyes peeled > and see how they do it,” said Pete. aor “Like this,’ said Joe. His ‘ spine stiffened and he brought his right hand up to his forehead. “?Taint,” Pete said impatiently. “They brings their hand up to they hats. Ain’t I been _ watchin’ ’em?” The twins stood motionless, looking “Aint 12” Joe de- manded, All of a sudden Don understood, and with understanding came sympathy. The twins, big as they were, rough as they were, uncouth us they were, were stirring in answer to the appeal 21 that scouting had for everybody. Here, hidden in the woods, they were watching the Troop and wistfully trying to do the things that scouts did. Don stood up boldly. “ What are you doing here?” he asked. Joe whirled about, saw Tim rising beside Don, and reached for a stick. Pete, steady as usual, held his ground. “'We’s lookin’,” he said. “ Guess they ain’t no harm in that.” “You get along out of here,” said Tim. “ We don’t want you here. What are you doing here, anyway.” “None o” your bus’ness,” Joe flared. “We’s salutin’ the flag when its took down,” said Pete de- fiantly. “It ain’t all yourn; it’s our flag, too.” HE answer sent a look of bewilderment into Tim’s face. Don walked around the brush and approached the twins. Joe raised the stick menacingly. “ Americans don’t give the flag a sneaky salute,” said Don. “If you fellows want to do it honor, come into camp and do it openly.” “It’s a trap,” cried Joe, “No,” said Pete, after a Silence. We’s willing.” Don led them toward the camp. As they came from the trees and walked past one row of tents the bugle began to play and the flag began to flutter down. Don and Tim came to attention; and the twins, with a quick look about, did likewise. By this time their presence was known to every scout. Bobby’s face paled. A few of the bugle notes faltered. Then the flag was down and the ceremony was over. “What do you think of it?’ Don asked. “Tt’s fine,” Pete said, in a strange voice. Followed by Joe, he moved back toward the trees. His steps were reluctant. “Don’t run away,” said Don. “ Wouldn't you like to look us over?” “Sure,” said Pete. He took the invitation literally, walking about the camp, inspecting the trek wagon, surveying the cooking fire, and even lifting the tent flaps and looking into the canvas houses. “ Let them alone,’ Don whispered. No boy bothered them, though stark amazement was reflected on more than one face. Inspection over, the twins retired to one side and whispered. Their eyes rested on what was plainly a preparation for a feast. “Don Strong’s square. HERE was something in Pete’s eyes that made Don do another impulsive thing. “You fellows might as well stay for supper,” he said. For an instant all work in the camp stopped. “ All right,’ said Pete. “ We’s willing.” “We’s got a pound and a half o’ bacon in our camp,” Joe said eagerly. “ Bacon goes fine with fish, We'll paddle down and get it.” “Good!” said Don. “ You won’t be long?” “ No,” said Joe. “Come on, Pete.” The camp broke into clamor the moment they were gone. Chester Troop wasn’t going to take up with the twins, was it? “ Fellows,’ Don said, “I remember one night I was sit- ting with Mr. Wall on his porch. He said that no boy was altogether bad, and that if you watched, the time would come when he’d leave an opening to get close to him. Mr. Wall said that when that time came the thing to do was to grab it.” “They were standing out in the woods,” Don went on, The council fire was a picture from fairyland.

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22 “watching the camp and waiting to salute the flag at retreat.” “Gosh!” said Andy Ford softly. “ You’d never think Joe and Pete were that kind.” “ Maybe they never did have a chance,” said Don. When the twins came back the whole atmosphere of the camp had changed. Boys who up to this time had always looked at them askance spoke to them without restraint. Pete Ty squatted on the ground and deftly > wrapped fish in their blanket of clay. Joe went off with Wally Woods and Ritter to rustle wood for that night’s council fire. The potatoes went into the fire, to be followed after a time by the corn. And just as Mr. and Mrs. Joyce and the hands came across the fields, the fish were laid in the hot coals. “Who’s them comin ?” Pete asked. “That’s the man we’re working for,” said Andy, “ and i . But Pete had bounded to his feet. “Easy!” said Don. “They don’t know it was you fellows. Nobody toid them. Anyway, you paid. We found the fifty cents.”

ETE dropped back to his seat on the ground. But for many minutes he furtively watched Mr. Joyce. As time passed and no outcry was raised at his presence, the tenseness left him. Oh, but that was a feast indeed. To Joe and Pete it was as nectar and honey. The moment the meal was over the work of cleaning up began. With something \ of wonder in their glances the twins watched the orderly manner in which the job was done. To their eyes, the council fire that followed was_-a pic- ture from fairyland. The scouts sang songs that they did not know, and they listened ‘and drank in every word. The melody was softly pitched, as though to match the gentle murmur of the night wind. Rousing himself when one song ended, Pete found Bobby sitting beside him. “And you runned away from this,” he said in a puz- zled tone. “ You poor idjit.” “Poor idjit is right,’ said Joe. “You ain’t got no \eg a: hg 2 <r gc BOYS’ LIFE They heard Don running back. He burst in upon them crying his news. “Mr. Wall is due home Saturday. Ted Carter telephoned me. We must give him a real welcome, fellows. Somebody ought to get back to town at once.” “You cant get back tonight,” said Ritter." “The last train has gone.” “There’s a lot to be done. You fel- lows will start for Chester tomorrow afternoon in one of Mr. Joyce’s farm wagons; but somebody’s got to get in before then.” “Why can’t you ride in on a farm wagon tonight?” Wally Woods de- manded. “The wagons are gone. They'll get back about three o’clock tomorrow morn- ing. The men and the horses will have to get some rest.” “Why can’t we all pitch in bright and early Saturday morning?” Tim asked. “Mr. Wall is due at 9.15 Saturday ke morning,” said Don. ’ a The Scoutmaster of Chester Troop . coming home from the war, and Chester Troop miles away. “Think, everybody,” cried Bobby Brown. “There must be some way.” A form arose from the ground. The Troop had forgotten the twins. “We’s willing to take Don Strong in,” Pete said. “What’s that?” Tim demanded. “Tn our boat. We’s good at the oars. It ain’t so much of a way by the river. We can’t go too fast at night, but we can beach at our cabin by two o’clock come mornin’. Can’t we, Joe?” “Easy,” said Joe. “Don Strong can walk in from our cabin.” Again somebody sighed. Only a few days ago every scout had looked upon the twins as the natural enemies of Chester Troop; yet here, in an emergency, they were offering their services. They misunderstood the silence. “T thought we was goin’ to be friends,” said

~ \ SD ) Zw sense at all. We’s never had such fun, has we, Pete?” H prod Pete in a hurt voice. Pete shook his head. Ae be a “T was thinking of something else,” said Don, The good time came toan end at last. |The guests went ee econ and smiled at Tim. “How soon can you have back to the farm-house. Pete and Joe prepared to leave. “Say,” said Pete, embarrassed, “if we comed over once in a while would it be all right? We won’t hurt nothin’.” “Come over any time you want,” said Tim. Don smiled. Tim flushed, and after a moment grinned sheep- ishly. After that the twins came often to the camp. Sometimes they would appear in the daytime while the scouts were in the fields, and would replenish the wood supply. Sometimes they would appear at the swimming hour bringing with them a mess of bass cleaned and ready for the fire, and then they would stay for supper and the council fire. They learned to sing, in halting fashion, one of the rousing songs. But always there was an air of shyness about them. HERE came a night at last when the barriers did seem to be down. It was a Thursday night, and Pete picked a rope from the ground and began to tie knots by the fire-light. It was his one accomplishment. Before long the entire Troop was grouped around him, and his ears were besieged with eager requests to “show me how to tie that one, Pete.” His face flushed with pleasure. He tried to outdo himself. From the darkness came a hail. “ Hello, scout camp!” One of the farm-hands was calling. “ Don Strong is wanted on the telephone.” Don walked out of the fire-light toward the call. Something out of the ordinary must have happened back in Chester. The boys clamoring around Pete drew apart; and Pete, sensing that something disquieting had happened, put the rope away. the boat ready, Pete?” CHAPTER XIV We.tcome Home T was almost 10 o'clock when the boat pushed off from the shore and turned its nose downstream. Up on the embank- ment the council fire still burned; down by the water the Troop, grouped about Tim Lally, cheere¢e shrilly as the oars dipped and rose and dipped. Joe sat in “he bow, Pete sat in the middle, and Don sat in the stern. He watched the reflec- tion of the council fire dwindle asthe boat went on its way; and just before the thickening trees shut it out of sight en- tirely he thought he heard the faint notes of a bugle playing taps. The tide was with them, and they made good time. They rowed slowly and put but little effort into the strokes. “Tide changes about midnight,” said Pete. “Then we’s got a job on our hands. Might as well take it easy now.” There had been a bright moon when they started, but before long mounting clouds shut out the yellow light and plunged their world into darkness. At once the river seemed twice as wide, and the black shores twice as mysterious. Joe stopped rowing and swung around in the bow so that he faced the direction in which they traveled. “ Always a chance o’ hittin’ somethin’,’ he said, “if you don’t watch out.” His young eyes, trained to the outdoors, seemed to see things that to Don were not there at all. Once he called quickly: “Port, Pete; port. We’s running to shore. The (Continued on page 58.)

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Ye ee SS ' The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 66 OTHER take the stuff!” exclaimed Tom. , “But I want to know,” said Phil. “Tf you want to know, I suppose that settles it,” laughed Tom. ‘“ Down near the wharfs is a ship chandler. He’s a funny old chap. He buys and sells all kinds of sea things. We'll ask him what the stuff is.” Tom’s father, Mr. Middlebrook, was the manager of a sugar planta- tion on the island of Cuba, and Phil, an American boy, was on a visit to his cousin. The day before they had found a_ peculiar object on the beach back of the house and Phil cut off a specimen and in- sisted on burying the strange mass in the sand to pro- tect it from the buzzards. Old Jabez Smith was in his shop. Phil pulled from his pocket a wad of paper and held out a greasy bit of what looked like a scrap of grey bacon. As soon as Smith’s eyes fell upon the scrap, he seized it eagerly, held it to his nose, tested it between his teeth, rubbed it in his hands and placed it again to his nose. “ Where did ye find this thing-a-bob?” he asked. “Down on the beach,” replied Phil. “The sea washed it ashore, back of Tom’s house.” “And was this all ye found?” asked Smith, his bright little eyes searching Phil’s face. “No. What is it?” asked Phil. “TI likes objects from the sea,” said Smith, ignoring the question. “Tll give both of ye a Spanish si:ver piece—the curiosity kind, what was litted in the old days by pirates. S’posen ye takes me to the place where ye found this thing and lets me have th’ whole of the critter? I’m taking a big chance, of course. *Tain’t likely I'll ever git my money back.” Phil glanced at Tom, and Tom shook his head. “Tf you don’t know what it is, I don’t see why you should give so much for it,’ said Phil. “ And if it’s worth that to you, seems as if it might be worth that to us.” 6 ‘J ES’ as a curiosity,” said Smith. “When a man buys curios, he gives a fancy price. And I’ll go ye four Spanish silver pieces for th’ whole of th’ critter, but that’s as high as I kin go.” “No,” said Phil. “ If it’s worth a‘l of that, I guess we'll keep it. Come along, Tom!” They were about to leave, when Smith offered six Spanish coins. “We won’t sell,” replied Phil firmly. “Say, I got scared,’ he said to his cousin, when they were out on the street. “ How that chap’s eyes glitter! He looks like a crazy man.” “Perhaps he is a little looney,” replied Tom. Phil put his hand in his pocket. “Come back!” he cried. “Old Smith kept my specimen!” When again the boys stood before the counter, Smith gazed at them with seeming indifference. “You didn’t give me back the what-is-it!” exclaimed Phil. “You and your men are not in this game,’ he growled 23 By Ladd Plumley Illustrated by Charles H. Towne “I did,” replied Smith. “Don’t ye remember? Jes’ a’ter ye looked at the swordfish.” “You did no such thing,’ put in Tom. “And there isn’t going to be any funny business. If you don't hand over the thing, I'll call up my father on the phone. He’s at the hotel. He’s going to take us to the movies this evening.” Tom stepped toward a telephone which hung near. ow wet" oe claimed Smith. “T’m gettin’ kind- er forgetful. Meb- be I did drop her into th’ drawer. But let’s bargain some more about th’ trash.” “We won’t bar- gain any more,” said Phil. “ Pass the thing over!” Hesitating- ly Smith opened the drawer. “By th’ almighty horn- spoon!” he exclaimed. “ Most forgetful thing I ever did! Here she is! And if ye don’t want to add to my curios, that ends it.” When the story was told to Tom’s father, he laughed. “I think, Phil, you made a mistake,” he said. “Smith does give fancy prices for his sea things. But on the way home we'll stop at the club. Captain Hartley may be there. We'll show your bit of stuff to the captain and ask him if he knows what it is.” = HE captain was found in the reading-room of the club that evening and Tom’s father told of Smith’s offer for the greasy chunk which had been buried in the sand. The captain examined the bit which Phil handed over. Then, leaping to his feet, exclaiming: “There isn’t a moment to waste. And we’ve got to get a spade or a shovel—and it’s ten o’clock! . Come— quick!” “Mr. Middlebrook’s car—on the jump!” snapped the ex- cited captain to the door-man. “ Dig me out a spade. Do you hear? A spade!” “ A spade?” asked the old door-keeper wonderingly. “Yes, a spade!” repeated the captain. “Or a shovel!” “T can get a shovel from the man who takes charge of the garbage.” “Get it!” cried the captain. The car was at the door and the shovel had been brought before the captain answered questions as to the reason for the frantic haste. “ Smith is the slickest customer!” snapped the captain, after he had driven them all into the car and the chauffeur had been given instructions to make speed to the beach. “The sea! The sea is a vast storehouse of wealth. Smith does pay fancy prices for things, but sometimes he buys things worth good money. He’ll never get a better chance than he had this after- noon. And Smith isn’t the man to waste a second. It’s a bright moonlight night. We’ll find him out on the beach with a gang of diggers.” “But what is the stuff?” asked Phil. “ Ambergris—ambergris!” cried the captain. “ Runs over five dollars an ounce—according to how pure it is. The bit (Continued on page 63)

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26 fficial News From Far Off Krasnoyarsk j Sa ss ra {orp BROTHERS A HE chain of boy scouts around the world is one of the greatest guarantees of the civilization of the future. From far otf Krasnoyarsk in Siberia the Boy Scouts have asked the great organization in this country for guidance im their program and for uniforms and equipment upon which they may model. The letter comes to the National Headquarters of the Boy Scouts of America, at 200 Fifth Avenue, through the Depart- ment of State at Washington, from American Consul J. K. Caldwell at Vladivostok. Vice-Consul Edward B. Thomas at Krasnoyarsk says: “I would like to give any aid possible to the Scout Movement here, for it is developing in the boys just those qualities of service and good citizenship which are so needed in Russia at this time.” At the head of these Siberian Boy Scouts is D. Yuryev, Sadovy, Pereulok, Krasnoyarsk. Their American brothers sent an immediate response; for “A scout is a brother to every other scout—all the world around.” Notification has come from abroad to National Headquarters of the Boy Scouts of America that a visit will be made next week by the heads of the Danish and the Swiss Boy Scout organizations. Echoes from Baden-Powell’s Visit to America | N the July number of the Headquarters Gazette, the official organ of the British Boy Scouts Association are many interesting references to the British Chief Scout’s visit to America and his impressions of our country and our Scouts. He speaks of the bigness of everything in America, of the large scale of the work done at Headquarters, of the huge “ family gathering,” the scout banquet given in his honor in New York City where nearly a thousand guests sat at table in one of the largest hotels in the world. “Some dinner!” he says. In com- menting on the magnificence and sizesof the great New York Railway stations, he goes on to add apropos of Americans, “So it is with their ideas, whether they are building houses, or systems or business; with heightened ideals they look wide and see big.” This bigness Baden-Powell found also, we are glad to say, in other as well as in material things. He praises warmly the spirit of the men who are making Scouting what it is in this country and declares that though our methods may differ from those of the British Scout Association, the aim is one and the same, namely: to benefit the boyhood of the naticn in every conceivable way. “The Scout scheme of training has proved its worth,” he says, “It is for us to enlarge its sphere of usefulness.” Our British Brothers B ADEN-POWELL’S visit to this country has served to bind Boy Scouts of America more closely than ever to their brother Scouts of the great Empire. At the great rally in Madison Square Garden, the British Chief Scout disclaimed that he was a mere cousin of American Scouts. “We are brothers,” he asserted with emphasis, and the mighty roar of approval which went up from those twenty thousand American Boy Scouts who had gathered to do the speaker honor, testified that we felt the same way about it that he did. As Baden-Powell says in the Headquarters Gazette, “ America is not a foreign country. ... We are of the same BOYS’ LIFE By James E. West Chief Scout Executive kind, of the same breed. For two hundred and fifty years out of the four hundred of their history the Americans were Briiish. ~The two peoples, as such, were never at war with each other. History books imply that they were, but history books are written by individuals and the individual is not always quite impartial or truthful. Were he so, we should know that instead of the English people trying to bully their own colonists into paying the English taxes, the English people in 1776 were whole-heartedly with their fellow subjects, in their assertion of their rights when an unconstitutional and auto- cratic monarch tried to impose on them his puny will.” This is rather a new idea to some of us and one worth think- ing over. At any rate whatever may have been the state of affairs in the past, there is no question, that in this year of grace 1919, we ought to feel that every “ Britisher ’ is indeed a brother. The blood of our Yankee boys mingling with that of English lads, on foreign soil, our common sacrifice for a common ideal would alone assure that feeling. Scouts can do much to cement this renewal of the ties of kinship by entering into correspondence with British Boy Scouts, an arrangement which can easily be effected through the World Brotherhood Department of Boys’ Lire. Are Scouts ‘‘ Prepared ?’* rr Rip a ae ! prs on ( = a en. > me jos VERY now and then stories come to us of Scouts who save their own or others’ lives by the application of their scout training. We are always glad and proud to hear these stories for they prove beyond a doubt that scouts are prepared and that they do act wisely, bravely, and efficiently when the hour of emergency strikes. Here are two incidents which are cases in point. A Snake Story ‘\ COUT COYTE formerly of Troop No. 1, and Scout Petrie of Troop No. 3, Ridgefield Park, N. J., were camping near New Bridge, on the Hackensack River. At daybreak Scout Coyte awoke to find a venomous copperhead snake a few inches from his face. He raised his hand and the snake struck at him, fastening its fangs in his right forearm midway between wrist and elbow, then slipped away. Probably few boys who were not scouts would have known what to do under the circumstances. Coyte was a scout and consequently knew his first aid. He sucked the wound, improvised a tourniquet, with a handkerchief and a small stick, which the other scout applied. The wound did not bleed as freely as it should there- fore Coyte took a razor blade and cut into and around the wound until the desired flow resulted. But a bite should be cauterized. How could the boys manage this process? Easily enough. A scout has his wits about him and knows how to exercise his inventive faculties. One of the boys extracted the powder from a cartridge which was placed on the open wound and touched off with a match. Thanks to the propei treat- ment, the victim of the copperhead’s sinister attention suffered absolutely no ill effects from his experience. Three Scouts and a Rescue OWN in Charlotte, N. C., is a boy named Raymond Damer who owes his life to the fact that scouts know what to do and how to do it in case of need, and are willing to risk their own lives to save that of some one else. This is what happened. 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IFE St ears were with tory not ould heir ople heir uto- ink- e of r of leed that roa ; of Boy ugh uve out ies ind ur ng ~ / The Boy Scouts’ Magazine links and attempted to cross the Catawba River on a narrow plank. Damer fell into the stream which is a swift and treach- erous one at this point. He could not swim, neither could his companion, who was paralysed with fright. Three scouts came along and saw the other lad struggling helplessly in the swirling water. One scout leaped into the water instantly but was swept down stream by the violence of the current. The second scout unhesitatingly followed suit but was unfortunately seized by cramps and was consequently unable to do more than fight for his own life. The third scout, Worth Cooper, meanwhile had run a short distance down stream, and having calculated his distance and the force of the current accurately was able to bring Damer to land by application of his scout knowledge of how to rescue a person from drowning. Getting the first victim ashore he ran to where his scout friend was battling with the violent cramp, and brought him safely to land. The third scout signalled back a moment later from farther down shore. He had managed to save himself. The heroic work of Worth and his companion scouts, Young and Hopkins, was reported to Scout Executive J. E. Steere. On the whole considering this as a typical instance we should say that scouts are prepared. Any similar yarns to spin about any scouts in your troop? Tell them to us at Headquarters. We like to hear thatescouts are really scouts. **Brothering’’ Soldiers F you were a wounded soldier, back from over seas, having to be in a hospital day in and day out, hundreds of miles perhaps from your home, wouldn’t you be glad to have your younger brother show up every day to talk to you and run errands for you, to fix your pillow, or wheel you into a shady spot or mail a letter to your—well, we will say to your sister for you? Of course you would. Well, that is about the way some of the Boy Scouts of New York City figured it out and they have been quietly doing the “kid brother” act for months for the benefit of the sick and wounded boys in the big army hospital on Gun Hill Road up in the Bronx. Convalescence is some- times a trying process and many a gallant soldier lad who gladly risked his life in the trenches is human enough to feel rather down and out and helpless and discouraged during the long weeks of slow recovery from wounds and illness. And this is where the scouts come in. Day after day at the big hospital they come and go cheerful, quiet, efficient, making themselves generally useful and friendly. Many a doughboy waits eagerly every day for the visit of his younger brother in service, the khaki-clad scout who wants to prove that the other’s heroic sacrifice is not forgotten and that there is a “regular fellow” at hand who is more than glad to be of service, to lend hands and feet and eyes and good cheer -and thoughtfulness to the big brother who needs these things as perhaps he has never needed ariything before. Scouts Keep the Lew VERY now and then some judge or juvenile court worker bears testimony that Scouting keeps boys out of mischief, that scouts keep the law and are good citizens in embryo. Re- cently Mr. U. E. Harmon, an attorney of Tacoma, Wash., made the following statement: “Of all the boys passing through the juvenile court in the past year, not one was an active scout.” There are 700 boys affiliated with the Tacoma Council, so this statement really means something. Not one boy who came up as a case before the court was an active scout, and upon investigation it was shown that in only two cases were the offenders boys who had had any connection whatever at any time with Scouting. We are glad to get reports like this but it makes us feel more than ever that we must get hold of the rest of the boys in this country who are not Scouts. If Scouting had gotten into the system of these other lads who did go up before the court at all in that case, for they would have kept the law. 27 Look about you, Scouts. See if there isn’t some boy you know whom Scouting can help just when he needs help? We mustn’t keep Scouting to ourselves. It is too big and too good. Let us hand it on the other fellow. Boy Scouts in the Coliseum IMES and customs change. Here is a striking example of how the world moves on. On the very site where once Christians were offered as the prey of wild beasts to amuse the Roman populace, in the Roman Coliseum, where Caesar sacrified the faithful to satisfy a pagan lust, a Christian service has at last been held. It was celebrated recently in memory of the Boy Scouts of the Italian army who had done messenger service at the front and were killed in action. The altar used for service was one which had been car- ried by the Italian armies through many campaigns. in the Alps and was placed in the west end of the Coliseum. The service was presided over by Monsignor Bertolomasi, who held the rank of general in the Italian army, being the chief chap- lain to the Italian forces. The immense ruin of pagan days was filled with people. Detachments of Boy Scouts occupied the central part of the building, a place in pagan days used for the arena. After the mass Monsignor Bartolomasi delivered a stirring sermon in which he drew attention to the change in human thought which was able to convert this pagan amphitheater into a Christian temple. Scoutmaster’s Handbook and Other Publications The completely revised edition of the Scoutmaster’s Hand- book will be out in the near future. It will be of interest to all First Class Scouts qualifying for Merit Badges, that we expect to have the whole contemplated series of sixty pamphlets ready for circulation before Christ- mas. They will be in the printer’s hands by the first of Oc- tober. These pamphlets represent an enormous amount of work and it is hoped that they will be of real interest and aid to scouts interested in advanced Scouting. Each pam- phlet contains a brief biography of some man who has dis- tinguished himself particularly in the special Merit Badge subject being treated, as well as a large amount of practical matter on the actual test requirements. Bear Mountain Camp Ends MOUNTA\ Ae HE Bear Mountain Camp closed September first. During each week of the summer from 1,200 to 1,600 scouts from New York, New Jersey, Connecticut and other surrounding states, enjoyed a wonderful vacation in the largest boys’ camp in the world. Plans are being made now for an even bigger camp next year, a camp big enough to accommodate from 2,500 to 3,000 scouts at one time. That will mean some cooking and more tons of food than is easy to imagine. A little while ago one dinner in the camp was served which took one and a half truck loads of corn, and fifty-five gallons of ice cream along with all the other good things. 1920 Diary The 1920 Diary will be in the hands of the printer soon and will be ready for distribution before December 1. It will con- tain many new cuts, more memorandum space, up to date records of Scout War Service, a statement of names of scouts to whom honor medals have been given and other interesting data, with, of course, a Rigney cover. oo

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OR two opossum is an unusual animal. The first is its method of car- rying its young and the second its method of self - protection. rhe Virginia opossum, as it is called, is to be found from New York to Florida and in the southern states as far west as Texas, and is the only North American mar- supial; that is, an animal with a pouch on the under side of the body for carrying the young. When born, an opossum is not larger than a new-born mouse, and the six or more babies are dropped into this pouch where they are taken care of until able to begin to shift for themselves. It is several weeks before they will venture very far away from their mother, and as a rule the little ones prefer to view the world from the mother’s back. For this position the mother has a “ safety first ” simply swings her tail over her back and each young opossum gives its tail a couple of twists around the larger tail, and so they ride all in a row with their feet buried in their mother’s fur. The opossum’s tail and hand-shaped feet are as useful as a monkey’s. By means of these it can easily climb to the top of the tallest tree and, if necessary, hang from the top of that tree by its tail alone. Its food much resembles that of a raccoon, and includes wild fruit, berries, roots, green corn, insects, eggs, nuts and even young birds, small quadrupeds and poultry. ” Like the woodchuck and bear it lays up in its own body a supply of fat for the cold weather, during which it retires to its hiding place—usually under the roots of a large tree—and comes out only occasionally in the warmer and snowless days. ature’s Conducted by Edward F. Bigelow Scout Naturalist device. She- BOYS’ LIFE HILE exploring a brook for photo- ; graphic purposes in Brooksvale, Connecticut, I unexpectedly acquired one of the most interesting and _ entertaining pets I ever had. It was a young raccoon—so young that she had opened her eyes only a few days before. It _ had _ evidently fallen from a near-by ledge, and no trace of the other members of the family could be found. I put the baby in my hat, and in that way carried it during the railroad journey to my home. The biggest problem was how to feed it, and it took my entire family to solve that problem. However, after consider- able protest in a cry much resembling that of a human baby, Zippa—for so we named her—finally decided that the bottle was meant for her comfort and not annoyance, and forthwith made it known when she was hungry, which was most of the time. In fact, her special caretaker could not go near the cage without Zippa setting up such a squall that we wondered what the neighbors, and especially the passers-by, would think. hee a comparatively short time Zip—as she grew larger her name grew shorter—graduated from the bottle of milk to br sad, and soon to a variety of food, either animal ar vegetable. In the wild state a raccoon will eat nuts, cherries, wild grapes, blackberries, bugs and even reptiles. It is said that it even goes fishing, lying in wait at the edge of the water and cap- turing its fish by a stroke of its strong claws. Protected by its thick fur, it can with comparatively little danger rob a bee tree or dig out a bumble-bees’ or a hornets’ nest. It is very handy with its forepaws, and uses them very much like a pair of hands. One of the most interesting things is to watch a ’coon manipulate an ear of corn, of which it is very fond. In the natural state a raccoon TS habit of feigning death as a means of self-protection is so well- known as to give rise to the phrase, “playing ‘possum.” Its general ap- pearance is an assistance in this de- ception. It even draws back its pink- ish white gums, leaving the mouth partly open and teeth exposed, and the grayish white fur is so thick that it hides what little breathing the animal seems to find necessary. Mr. William T. Hornaday tells of his first experience with this opossum habit, as follows: “When but a lad I killed my first opossum in an Indiana forest, and had carried it by the tail for half a mile, when we came to a rail fence. In climbing through I noticed that the front claws of my opossum caught on a rail and held fast in a manner highly unbecoming in an animal that was hon- estly and sincerely dead. A close ex- amination revealed the fact that my washes meats of all kinds before eat- ing, and Zippa applied this rule to all her food, even bread, sopping it up and down in the water with her paws until a human being would wonder how she could ever eat it. The Latin name for a raccoon is Procyon lotor, and the last part refers to this habit of washing its food. Although much smaller, raccoons are closely related to the bears, which they resemble in many ways, and they are naturally one of the wildest of wild creatures. A full-grown raccoon can- not be tamed; but a very young ’coon is easily domesticated and can _ be taught several clever tricks. Raccoons in captivity, however, must be confined and not allowed to wander at will, for they never lose their love of the farm- er’s hen roost or his cornfields, and will do serious damage in either. They can be easily trained to wear a collar and can be given a daily airing by means of a leash. Zippa apparently victim was only nominally dead. In other words, it was fully alive and watching for a chance to escape.” A bat would certainly make an interesting pet. Hus any scout tried to tame one? dog. enjoyed a walk as much as any pet

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BOYS’ LIFE Boy Scouts in the Wilderness hazy blue smoke. white at the sight. “Run her as fast as she'll go,” he mut- tered to Donald. “If you wreck her, we’re near enough so that some of us can run the distance.” Fred had not seen the smoke at first, but as soon as he caught a glimpse of the eddying coils the tears ran down his cheeks, “Hit ’er up, Donald,” he sobbed, pounding on the bowed back of the driver Donegan’s face went with his fists, “they’re burning Will and Joe alive.” R. SANFORD groaned aloud and gripped his shotgun until his knuckles showed white. Without a word the chauffeur stepped on the gas and the car shot ahead like a wild thing. As they approached the cabin they saw through the trees a fierce red glow, above which flickered long tongues of yellow flame. Old Jim Donegan’s face was gray and set. “If they’ve killed those kids,” he said in a low, even voice, “T’ll spend every cent I’ve got in the world to run down Dawson’s gang and hang every murdering dog of ’em.” “Tl help in the huntin’,” said Buck just behind him, “ and there won’t be any hangin’ if I can get ’em within range.” Within a scant quarter-mile of the cabin Freddie suddenly threw back his head and three times gave the long, wail- ing hunting-cry of the gray timber-wolf. “If they’re alive,” he explained as the last note shuddered through the trees, “they'll know that help’s coming.” Others beside the besieged heard the sound. Dawson knew that there were no wolves in that part of the country and recognized the call to be a signal. From where he lay ambushed in some under- brush he gave a shrill whistle twice re- peated, the warning for an immediate retreat. The Indian stole over to him. “We got to get out of here,” directed Dawson. “Somebody’s comin’. Those boys will never tell any tales now, any- way. We'll get back to Wizard Pond, clean up things there and then hike due north and hide in Hellhole until things blow over.” E whistled again impatiently and with- out waiting for the half-breed dived into a tiny hidden trail, followed by the Indian, and disappeared. The half-breed heard the signal, but, maddened by the sting of the arrow wound rankling in his leg, stayed to taunt the death agonies of his victims. “T hope you burn slow,” he screeched. “The weasels and skunks and bears will bury what’s left of you in their bellies,” and with a final yell he turned to follow the trail of his companions. He had over- stayed his time. Around a bend into the open clearing bounded the great racing- car like some huge charging beast. As the half-breed darted for the underbrush there rang out together the crack of Don- egan’s Winchester and the crash of Buck’s automatic, followed a second later by the bang of Donald’s forty-four Colt, which he jerked out of his pocket as he jammed on the brakes. The half-breed kept on with never a falter and was only a few yards from cover when there came a tre- (Continued from page 19) — | i mendous report. The schoolmaster had fired both barrels of his shotgun at the fugitive. The man staggered and Half stopped, when there came another roar from the car and he fell forward as if struck by lightning. Freddie had finally succeeded in pulling the stiff trigger of his trusty carbine and a hammered lead slug and two perfectly good marbles had done the work behind four fingers of black powder. Old Donegan could not help grinning as he sprang from the seat. “Tt was the schoolmaster’s scatter-gun and the kid’s cannon which did the busi- ness, after all,” he said as they rushed toward the blazing cabin. ART of the roof and the front door had both fallen and there was nothing to be seen but whirling flames within. The men grasped a great rain water barrel which stood half full near the house and dashed the water in with all their force through the blazing doorway. Again and again they filled the barrel and two old buckets which they found beside it from the brook. Slowly the fire died down until they were able to enter. “Will! Joe!’ shouted Fred brokenly through the smoking doorway. Suddenly there sounded a thump and a black fori staggered out from the depths of the fire- place and stood upright on the hearth. Through the smoke and steam the res- cuers saw that it was some one wearing a singed and smoking bear-skin and hold- ing in his arms a smaller motionless form. As the apparition tottered toward them there went up a great shout from the rescuers and in a minute strong arms were around Will and the unconscious Joe and they were carried out and laid dcwn on the cool grass outside. A bucket of cold water brought them around and in a minute they were both on their feet, and though scorched and blistered and blackened, not seriously injured. Will grinned feebly into the harsh face of old: Jim Donegan. “Do we get that cabin?” he questioned huskily. you sure do,” exclaimed the lumber king, patting his scorched back tenderly. In the meantime Donald had been over to where the half-breed lay. He found him not only alive, but not very badly wounded. One of the schoolmaster’s buck skot had caught him in the forehead, stun- ning him for a moment, while Freddie’s variegated charge had broken the bone of his right leg. “He'll live to be hung yet,” remarked Donald, as he disarmed him and carried him over to the car. Will was: still answering questions as they reached the town. There it seemed as if everyone was in the streets, and shouts and cheers greeted the boys as the battered car rolled along. “ You'll never be as famous again if you live to be centipedes,’ remarked Buck kindly. “Centurions, I mean,” he cor- rected himself as he saw the schoolmaster smile. The half-breed’s leg was set, the arrow wound bandaged and he was lodged safe- ly in jail. Thereafter Mr. Donegan an- nounced that there would be a special meeting of the Boy Scouts held at the Town Hall the next evening to which the whole village was invited, at which time he himself would have something to say. CHAPTER XIV THE PayING OF THE Price EVER in the history of Cornwall had such a crowd gathered together as met the next evening in the little town hall. The little hall was packed to the doors and the gallery, ordinarily deserted, so crowded that it creaked ominously. On the platform, all the scouts from the three patrols, the Owl, the Wolf and the Fox, were grouped with their patrol-leaders. Mr. Donegan, looking very red and cross, and Mr. Sanford in his scout-suit as Scout- master of the Cornwall Boy Scouts. “Fellow citizens,’ began Mr. Sanford, “we have met tonight to welcome back two Boy Scouts who have done what no two other boys have ever done before. A month ago in the cold and the rain and the gath- ering darkness they went out into the heart of the forest withcu: fire, food or even clothing. Relying only on their own strength and courage and wit, they have managed to wrest a living out of the wilderness and have proved that the train- ing of our Boy Scouts means something. They have shown us what we sometimes forget, that we can all overcome and con- quer anything if only we are brave and strong and enduring. “They have done more than this,” he went on earnestly. “They have kept the faith of their forefathers. They have re- sisted wrong and fought against evil. Single-handed they have succeeded where the men of this county have failed. Armed only with rude weapons made by them- selves they have broken up a desperate band which has been a menace to all of us for years. I say to you, my friends and neighbors,” went on the Scoutmaster, his voice thrilling through the tense silence, “the heroism of these two boys when they stood facing death is going to be something that this old town will never forget. I take pleasure in introducing to you Scout Woodruff of the Wolf Patrol and Scout Couteau of the Owl Patrol.” rs he spoke the door at the back of the platform opened and in marched Will and Joe dressed in their full wilderness- costume. Directed by them, some of Mr. Donegan’s men had found their way to the shack and brought back all of their (Continued on page 36) _-- —o-

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The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Hunanenesecencatseeraesensiennseensiniens PR Think and Grin PT YES, HE IS ONE OF US OM A contributor has asked us whether he should send some money and pay us to print his joke! No siree !—we don’t have to be paid to publish a good joke. The joke gets in on its merits. Sometimes we take pity on a poor feeble little old joke and let it in but w> do not wish to encourage such around here. By the way, October is the nuts’ month so old Idle Five Minutes will be around with his usual nutty stories. Here are some jokes to crack when he arrives. Break them gently-———. WINNERS FOR OCTOBER THINK AND GRIN Scout M. Barsky, New York; William Enges- ser, New York; Scout Leonard Vincent, Cali- fornia; Ross Buck and Jennings Hammer, Pennsylvania; William Francis Rice, New York; Louis Friedman, Illinois; George Keba- bian, Rhode Island; Scout Aaron Horowitz, Tennessee; Ernest Hanson, Wisconsin. Literally Speaking—Yes! Scout Calvin Blue of Troop 1, La., wants to know whether Ed. related to Mag A. Zine. De Ridder, I. Torial is A Weighty Question Second Class Scout—When do we get heavy weather? First Class Scout—At night. Second Class Scout—Why at night? First Class Scout—Because it’s light in the day-time. Stringing Him Jack—Did you hear of the daring hold-up last night in my back yard? Jim—No. What happened! Jack—Two clothes-pins held up a shirt. A Mount First Class Scout—What profit does a scout make in climbing a hill? Tenderfoot S.—Nothing, of course. F. C. S.—He makes ascent (a cent). * * * Sticking the Pace Bill had received a cablegram from a friend in Europe saying he would be home shortly. He showed it to his neighbor Silas. “Wonderful quick things these telegraphs, ain’t they? said Bill. “ Quick ain’t the word for it; sure, the gum ain’t dry yet on the envelope.” oe = © Well? Tenderfoot—Isn’t it great to be well. First Class Scout—Yes. Especially you’re sick, when * * Knotty Problem First Class Scout—This rope is too short on one end. Brilliant Tenderfoot—Well, why not piece off the other end and tie it on? cut a * * * That Darn Stocking Scout—Is water on the knee dangerous? Scoutmaster—No, not> vunless you have a hole in your hose. * «© * Panes Doctor—Did you open both windows in your sleeping room last gight as I ordered? Patient—No, Doctor, not exactly. There’s only one window in my room, but I opened it twice. * * * One of Those Yell-Oh! Ones Sam—How can you make a pumpkin shout? Tom—Cut the inside out and make it holler. * * * It’s Sneezy Guess First Scout—What’s the difference between a cold in the nose and a street car conductor? Second Scout—A cold stops the nose and a conductor knows the stops. * * * Coming and Going Protessor M’Dome of St. Clair. In five hours tracked a bear to his lair. Mister Bear was at home And Professor McDome Spent five minutes returning from there. * * * Money Wanted “TI tell you I must have some money,” roared the King of Maritania, who was in sore financial straits. ‘“‘ Somebody must cough up some.” “ Alas,” who was formerly’ the court jester, coffers are empty.” i sighed the guardian of the treasury, “all our q + “Res, ae prec TF ve 2 var Tis Bevis ue a Real Job HAT are you going: to do about your future? Are you going to be a real success—hold down a real man’s iob and make real money? You’ ve a lifetime of work ahead of you. Are you ork to make it congenial and profit- able wor! ‘itive-d ps. away doing “any old thing” at * ‘any old price” you can get? The choice is up to you — and you might as well decide it NOW. It is just as easy to be suc- cessful as it is to scramble through life lack- ing ability to do things that count, The only difference between the man who holds down a profitable position and the man who doesn't is training. Let’s see what training means to you. The Value of Have you ever thought of why so many employers demand a High School training of their employes — or why the lack of it bars you Led om the best positions? Take En, ple. What counting, lish and Mathematics, for exam- gh-grade position—such as ac- f° eo pee work or engineering — can be handled rightly without a knowl of mathematics? How can costs, pom expenses, profits and overhead be accurately figured without mathematics? How can you write good business letters and reports or sell goods without a command of English? The above are just a few reasons why there is a positive cash_value to having a High School training. Without it you are barred from a successful business career and the leading professions, from well- cs civil service jobs, from teaching and entrance to college or university. Don’t be Handicapped Thousands of fellows like you have re- moved their handicaps and secured real jobs by taking the American School Two- EAR High School Course. This course has been specially prepared for home study by noted professors. It is complete, covers all requirements, and will make it possible for you to qualify for a real job. If you have already had some part of a High School teasing, you can start in where you left off. You Run No Risk The American School gmsanins at any time during the first year of your enrollment to refund the entire amount paid’ i if immediately upon the completion of ten examinations, we a bg School b~ x you are not satisfied i oe d mail the coupon NOW? for Bulletin. AMERICAN SCHOOL RESPONDENCE Dept. 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32 Making a Totem B By Dan Beard HE writer has been asked to give directions for the making of a Scout bookcase. Of course, such a bookcase must not be an ordinary shelf for or- dinary books. It must be distinctive, it must be something with character all its own, it must be American, and the totem bookease fills these re- quirements. True, most totems are grotesque, but so .also are some of the ornaments on the most beautiful palaces PI in the world, particularly in those mag- nificent temples in India and China. This is also true of the gargoyles on some of the greatest buildings in Europe, Let us, therefore, have American orna- ments, even if they are grotesque. The truth of the matter is, as soon as you con- ventionalize any living creature you make it grotesque. In other words as soon as you make a mechanical sculpture or draw- ing of any living creature, you make it funny, but as soon as these funny things are made into a ornament they are no longer funny, they are artistic. But we must not take “any old” ani- mal just because it is an animal for our bookcase. We want some “sign, signal or symbol” which has a meaning. Therefore, we will select the owl, which is the symbol of wisdom, not because an owl is very wise but because he looks wise like some PH.D.s or LL.D.s we know. Hence, he has always been used as a symbol of wisdom. If a fellow is going to study he must dive deep into literature, so we will select some animal to represent deep work and no better one can be found than Chief John- son’s totem of the whale, which is painted upon his residence at Katchikan, Alaska, Fig. 3.

HE owl, Figs. 1 and 2, we adapt from the totem given to the Dan Beard Out- door School by Mr. Hill of the Great Northern Railroad, The top of this totem is an owl, but we want the wings extended, so we will add the wings of the thunder-bird from the totems at Alert Bay, British Columbia, which are wonderfully well done and very much like the ancient Egyptian totems, Figs. 1 and 2. In order to make this totem owl, take a board, Fig 6, find the center of the board E, by running a line from the corner A to the corner B and from the corner B to the corner C of the board, A B C D. At the intersection, that is at the point where these lines cross each other, draw the line PO, so that the distance from O to A is exactly the distance from O to C, and also equal to the distance from P to D and P to B. This sounds like algebra, but is nothing out common horse sense. Now then, we have a scale of 104 units, the Chief does not know what this scale repre- sents but will suppose that each one ‘of those 104 divisions is a half inch, then A B would be 28 half inches and B D would be 104 half inches, or half feet or half miles according to the size you want to build your totem bookcase. Next, from the point O measure along the line O P seven units and mark S<7e 7 an DPSINE = o as

BOYS’ LIFE oolkKkcase the point, through this point draw the line H J, and make it parallel to A C and 13 units long. Now then, at L and F, each of which are twenty-one units from the corners of the board, draw a short slanting or diagonal line one inch long to M and N then draw the line MG and K N_ parallel with 940) the edge of the board A C and make each of these lines M G and K N 11 units long and then connect the points G and H and K and J. From the point A measure down 8 units, to Q. Do the same from the point C to R. These portions of the board will form the tips of the wings, sO measure in 4 units from each point Q and R to the ‘points S and T, and draw a curved line from these points to the corners A and C. Next saw the triangular Q S A out from the board and the other triangular piece R T C, then saw off the part marked F GH J K N L, and you have the board shaped ready for Mr, Owl, Fig. 1. But we also need a body, head and legs for this owl, and Fig. 4 shows how to proceed to make the body, Fig. 5, just as you did in working out the diagram, Fig. 6. You see, Fig. 5 is to be nailed on to Fig. 6 and when it is all painted up in gorgeous colors you will have Figs. 1 and 2.

HE Chief has gone into detail regarding this owl because it is more difficult to make than simple carpentry work; for instance, any fellow can make the bookcase shown in Fig. 7 and make the top shown in Fig 8 of which the owl board is the front. Fig. 9 shows how the framework is built. The protruding ends A B D C are sawed off even with the top board and the bottomless box A A, Fig. 10, is nailed onto the uprights as A A is in Fig. 7 and A A Fig. 2. On Fig. 2 you will see various designs in- dicated, of which the most striking thing are the wolf eyes, It is absolutely necessary that these things should be drawn with great care, that they should be mechanical, therefore, when you have made half of the owl, make a tracing of that half on tissue paper, tracing paper or some transparent material, turn the tracing over on the other side, so that its wing rests upon the other end of the board, fit the two halves of the body together exactly at the middle of the body and pin the paper in place along the top edge with thumb tacks or carpet tacks. Slip a piece of carbon paper under the tracing with the carbon side down on the board, then with a hard leadpencil carefully trace over all the lines, as you see them through the tracing paper, keeping the carbon paper, of course, under the part on which you are at work; when this is done you will have the owl sketched in as it is in Fig. 1. The owl should be painted in one solid color, red, green, blue, and yellow, brown or gray, Then it should be outlined in heavy dark lines and the markings can be made of any color which suits your fancy; the same is true of all the decorations on the bookcase. You will note that the two uprights, Figs. 2 and 7, on the bookcase, are nailed to the outer edges of the bottom and top of the case. This leaves a rest against which the doors to the bookcase will

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The Boy Scouts’ Iviagazine he S.S.White Dental Mfg. Co. “The Boy Scouts keep themselves fine Lf and fit. Their teeth are always in ship- f shape condition—good teeth are nece:- sary to good he2lt.”’ /) Riva 0 Ree — 0 ne, Ship-shape means everything in perfect condition—in sailing order. Are your teeth ship-shape? Are you always ready for everything or do your teeth bother you? Dan Beard’s right about it—you need good teeth to have good health. If you think there’s anything the matter with your teeth, drop in to see a dentist and get them in good order to begin with. Then begin to use S. S. WHITE’S TOOTH PASTE regularly, and notice the difference. S. S. WHITE’S is so pure, and so reliable, that you can safely use it to improve the looks and condition of your teeth. It will make them thor- oughly clean—a mighty good protection against insidious germs that are ready to attack decayed teeth. You want to have sound, healthy, good-looking teeth all your life, don’t you? Get the S.S. WHITE’S habit—it’s a great help! See that you get a tube soon! We'll be glad to send you a sample, along with a copy of our booklet—*‘Good Teeth—How They Grow and How to Keep Them.” This booklet should be part of every Scout’s manual. “Be Prepared.” THE S. S. WHITE DENTAL MFG. CO. Makers of Dental Supplies and Appliances Since 1844 Philadelphia, Pa. canst avon! Saal Me sa sat

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34 BOYS’ LIFE , v 21 F ° t ai" TA a ee ee Ph. a ee me Cc | 4% = — ip ee | eee” ; mo a rd Qtees ee 2 ar. - TH tor a 2 t = e a * an ail + i ~ . ~~ a* = : eh ~ InThis Interesting Contest “ . 14" y To the boy who can think of the most interest- 6 P ing uses for the popular Auto-Wheel Coaster, for earning money and for play, we shall award one of our large models absolutely free. It's a mighty generous prize for a few minutes’ work. And the following eleven valuable prizes will be given to those sending in the next best uses: 1 Camera 1 Compass 1 Camping Tent 1 Ingersoll Watch | 1 Mess Kit 1 Axe | 1 Scout Knife Bank 1 Fleetwing Steer- 1 Electric Flashlight j ing Sled 1 Poncho INFORMATION ABOUT CONTEST . Any boy or girl not over 15 years of age may compete. Contest will be judged by three men well- known in the Boy Scout organization. . Write to the Business Idea Department of the Buffalo Sled Co., North Tonawanda, N. Y., for pamphlet explaining the con- ‘ it test, and colored catalog telling all about a . the Auto-Wheel. Vv . At the end of your letter write the names of 3 Coaster Wagon dealers in your town. If any of them carries the Auto-Wheel, put an “x” after his nume. no an cs close in case you have doors, and if you of state, which will elevate and lend do not have doors, hinged to the uprights, dignity to all nations and peoples and you may attach a curtain to the top, under free the world from organized oppres- YOU CAN DO IT Any live boy who knows how to get fun and earn money out of a good, strong coaster wagon, has a fine chance to get the Auto-Wheel as a prize. HERE ARE AjFEW POINTERS The Auto-Wheel is a wagon for work or play. It's built for strength and speed. Has roller bearings, steel axles and tires, and a body of white ash, and maple gear. If there's an Auto-Wheel dealer near you, he'll gladly let you see*the Auto-Wheel Coaster in his store, and he'll give you some good ideas for your letter. REMEMBER THE CONTEST CLOSES NOVEMBER 38th, 1919 HERE’S YOUR CHANCE—GET BUSY BUFFALO SLED CO. 131 Schenck St., N. Tonawanda, N. Y. In Canada: Preston, Ont. “de inaanae 24 Fryers Whoa - .S.nnv," BUGLE ET this regulation Bugle;built in “G” with tuning slide to “F”. Length 15 inches. Made of highly polished brass, with mouthpiece; formerlysold for $5.50. Now made especially for Bugle Corps and Boy Scouts. A real bargain, sold direct from factory. Yourmoney back if notsatisfied after 10 day trial. ARMY & NAVY BUGLE CALLS With every order we will send free book containing Army & Navy Bugle Calls, and catalog of excep- tional “bargains in cornets, trombones, fifes, etc. Don’t buy until you get our prices. BLORITE INSTRUMENT HOUSE ebeet. B Naperville, ee the owl’s feet. Inside the bookcase tack up the Buckskin man’s articles of faith. Our Farrx I believe in American boyhood, its husky health, morality and its great pos- sibilities. I believe American boy- hood can and will infuse new clean blood into the veins of a sick world. I believe in my country, the United States of America, its integrity of purpose and its wonderful future. I believe in our people, their honesty, humanity, democracy and righteous- ness. I believe that the Boy \>)\ Scouts of to- print. day will to morrow solve great problems out-of-doors books you can add to the list. sion of all kinds. When you have this fin- ished do not fail to put the following books on the shelves: Shacks, Shanties and Shelters; Boat Build- ing and Boating; Field and Forest Handy Book; Outdoor Handy Book; Boy Pioneers; Sons of Daniel Boone; Bugs, Butterflies and Beetles; Signs, Signals and Symbols and_ the American Boys’ Handy Book. Why? Because the books were written for you fellows and the Chief ex- pects you to read them, as most of you do. Also he wants you not to forget Horace Kephart’s book on Woodcraft which, the Chief considers, is the best work of its kind in But there are any number of fine

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36 “Expands from End to End ” built into a coaster brake. MORROW is so perfectly de- signed we have had no cause to change it for many years, Sree AI Dandy Top Boys, ask your bicycle dealer for a MORROW Toy Top—a dandy spinner for indoors or out. Lots of fun! If he hasn’ta supply of these free tops, tell him to write us for them now, Sturdy ! Sure / ECLIPSE MACHINE This Brake Drum — is the strongest and most powerful ever Just a slight back pressure on the pedals, and instantly this brake drum, forced by four sturdy wedges, ex- pands its full /exgth and the bronze brake shoes gr‘p the inner surface of the hub with the strength of a giant. The action is quick and the power is certain! COASTER BRAKE As the wedges are at each end of the brake drum, and exert an equal pressure, the braking power is evenly and equally distributed over the inner hub surface. This eliminates slipping, jerking, and side-strains. The Thee | C@aSONS r e Morrow 1 Braking surface 6 3-10 8q. in.-- much larger than other brakes. °° Drum’ expansion forced equal- ly by two wedges at each end, insuring even braking distribu- tion over entire inner bub surface, 3 Bronze brake shoes being soft- er than hard steel inner sur- face, gtip smoothly ,firmly,surely For forward pedaling, the Morrow responds instantly and positively. 5 More ball-bearings than other brakes, 80 coasts more easily. 6 The Morrow is strong and sturdy; it will stand bard wear, 7 Ninety-five inspections--- fol- lowed by a final test, guaran- teeing you perfect service, l COMPANY Etmira, New York See that your bicycle has a MORROW Brake! | BOYS’ LIFE the Boy Scouts in i Wilderness 3 (Continued from page 30) clothes and equipment which Dawson’s gang had left for the most part untouched. On their feet the boys wore moccasins made of tanned bear-paws with the claws turned back and worked artistically into the upper part of the moccasin. Their legs up to their knees were wound with puttees made of woven strips of cedar- bark dyed all colors of the rainbow. Each one wore an alleged pair of short trousers constructed with enormous difficulty from buckskin and wolverene hide and sewed with a sharp thorn and deer-sinew for thread and buckskin shirts ornamented with colored porcupine quills; Joe wore a belt with dangling rattles made of the tanned skin of that rattlesnake which had so nearly been his undoing, while Will had to content himself with one made of the skin of a huge black-snake which he had killed in. the blueberry patch. Over the shoulder of each boy was draped a bear- skin blanket. Joe carried his war-club while Will’s trusty Brain-biter and pouch of throwing-stones made a great sensation. Both boys wore pouches made of the wolverene paws with the enormous claws showing. As they took their stand beside Mr. Sanford, the whole audience rose together with a cheer which nearly took the roof off the old building. INALLY the lumber-king managed to make himself heard. “T want to say,” bellowed Bill Donegan, “that I’ve made a mistake. I don’t often do it. Probably never before. Having made it, however, I want to own up and do what I can to make up for it. I told the schoolmaster here and some of the boys that I didn’t think anything of the Roy Scout movement, that it taught the beys a lot of silly nonsense and that there wasn’t one of ’em could make good. I was wrong. ‘These boys have made. good. I have here in my hand a deed for ten acres of good wood-land just outside the village and a check for a thousand dollars to build ’em a cabin as per my agreement.” The tumult and the shouting broke out again and lasted until it seemed as if old Bill would break a blood-vessel trying to be heard. “This isn’t all,” he shouted at last, look- ing madder and crosser than ever. “I told these young chaps that I’d give them ten times the value of anything they brought back from the woods. There has been a standing reward of five hundred dollars for the capture of any of the Dawson gang. They brought back with ’em one of the gang whose value to them is that five hundred dollars. Accordingly I have another check in my hand for—” “Mr. Donegan,” interrupted Will in a trembling voice while there was a perfect silence over the whole crowd, “ Joe and I don’t want that money. It would seem to us like taking blood-money.” “You fellows have got to take it,” thundered Mr. Donegan. “No,” said Will positively, “we won’t touch it. We have something else though that may come under the agreement,” he added as Big Bill started another shout. Everybody except Joe looked puzzled as Will slipped from his neck the little leather bag and offered it to the lumber-king. (Concluded- on page 46)

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ued 2 Er" a lS lUL”6hOUlUCU Dl ——— Boy Scout’s Magazine The War Trail of : Lost Arrow ‘ (Concluded from page 7) Se So they gave them back their lives. The next night they reached home. They had been away more than a moon, yet his mother did not scold him when he came back. She did not even tell him how worried she had been. She gave him some new moccasins. She had kept herself busy making them while he was away. His own old ones were in tatters. In the council that same night Runs Amidst became a Chief, because it was con- sidered a brave deed to spare. the lives of two enemies. And when he was a Chief he remembered his little friend. He told the assembled tribesmen of the bravery and patience of Lost Arrow. So in a solemn manner they took away his boy’s name. They said, “Henceforth let him be 9” known as ‘ He Brings the Prisoner So it was that Lost Arrow, the boy, be- came a warrior who, in the four tens and nine years that he rode to war, always showed great courage in battle and much kindness to his enemies. For in time he, too, became a Chief. World Brother- hood of Boys Conducted by E. O Connor Giessen since he was twelve years of age and wh« has ten merit badges, wishes to correspond with an American scout, especially about scouting. A SAILOR, formerly a member of a | troop of Scouts in Jamaica, L. L., and now stationed on the Great Lakes with the prospect of going to sea very soon, asks to have some correspondents from various parts of the country. He is a collector of souvenirs, and thinks that when he goes to sea he may find some interesting items for exchange. MEMBER of the World Brotherhood, Prince Ernest Prempeh, of West Af- rica, wishes to know if the sisters of some American members of the organization or of readers of Boys’ Lire will send letters to his sister, Princess Alice Prempeh. Prince Ernest’s correspondents have found his letters most interesting, so we hope there may be generous response with good letters to this appeal. ’ E have received an interesting post | card from Nagoya, Japan, on which ! the writer expresses congratulations to the Boy Scouts of America on the restoration | of peace. The picture shows a Japanese scene of mountains and lake; the stamps are of the Japanese peace issue, a green on which is a dove with outstretched wings, a brown with dove at rest. Perhaps some | member of the World Brotherhood would | like to write to the sender of this card. A N English patrol-leader living in Al- | lahabad, India, who has been a scout | ERMETICALLY sealed in its wax- wrapped package, air- tight. impurity proof— some. and old. | The Flavor Lasts CHEWING GUM W)\)ierarererer WRIGLEYS is hygienic and whole- The goody that’s good for young Be sure to get WRIGLEY’S Look for the name = Vf _ THE FLAVOR LASTS . for us. raise—very profitable—bi better than poultry or squabs. contract, booklet how to raise FREE. Write today. | LCAviES DISTRIDUTING CO., 3111 Grand Ave., Kansas Mo. Mail us 15c with any size film for development and 6 velvet prints. Or send 6 negatives any size and 1Sc for 6 prints. Prompt service. Roanoke Photo Finishing Co., 257 Bell Ave., Roanoke, Va.

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38 Oh boy! these are the outfits! Here’s the best thing I’ve invented for years —a new Gilbert toy. With these sets of spe- cially made steel disc wheels, finely painted steel plates and axles, strong hardwood bars, etc., you can make all sorts of great outdoor toys, easy as pie. A screwdriver and a wrench are the only tools needed. NEW WHEEL TOY Makes Racers, Gliders, Wagons, Trucks The dandy $10 set ($15 in Canada) has gears and pinions and extra parts that make a geared speedster. The $6 set ($9 in Canada) makes the glider, coaster, flat topped wagon, ete. Then there is a big $15 set ($22.50 in Canada) that also makes a small sleigh and racer with runners. You can have fun all the year round with these sets. BIG PRIZE CONTEST—-BOYS’ MAGAZINE, FREE I have started a big toy building contest for boys and girls, with a real buckboard automobile or Shetland pony for first prize, and a hundred other fine prizes. The contest is FREE. Send your name and address today, for a free copy of my dandy boys’ magazine, complete Gilbert Toy catalog and full information about the contest. President THE A. C. GILBERT COMPANY 128 Blatchley Ave., New Haven, Conn. In Canada: The A. C. Gilbert-Menzies Co., Toronto, Ont. Limited, BOYS’ LIFE ies i: FoJ THE Scout CAVE: BY THE CAVE SCOUT. >: ‘ 2 —— : I am the ghost of Terrible Terry! I have murdered ten men in cold blood and buried their bones, in the dark of the moon, on the crest of Death-Rattle Hill! You will meet me there at dark on the evening of October 30! If you fail me BEWARE. (Following which was a crude- ly drawn skull and cross bones.) “ Gosh!” That was all George Taylor could say as he read the letter which his father had just brought home in the evening mail. The mere thought of Death-Rattle Hill after dark was enough to make a fellow’s heart jump into his throat, for Death- | Rattle Hill had received its name from a popular superstition that grew out of the murder there, in pioneer days, of an old trapper. This trapper, “Dad” Smith, as he was known on the frontier, was returning to his cabin in the wilderness, after selling | his winter catch of furs, when he was at- | notorious desperado of the early | He was found the next day with more than tacked at dusk by “Terrible Terry,” a days. a score of knife-wounds in his body and his throat slit from ear to ear. Legend credited Terry with numerous other ghastly crimes until at last he met his fate in a manner which remains a mystery. His body was found in the | woods not far from the spot where Smith V2: NG Re SECRETS —a Great Book on Trapping. Full of hints of how to make big catches. Holds you with the thrilling adventures of America’s arson, Boone, Kenton and trappe: rocket others. Tells of their ekill, daring and woodcraft. It follows them on the trap line and carries down to the methods of the resent day, witha oh an mt FREE to derful fund of secrets. This book se fur trappers only, Write today. We ‘will also keep you ou posted on the fur market. was murdered. A rifle ball had passed through his throat and shattered his spine at the base of the skull. From that time stories were circulated concerning pe- culiar noises that could be heard at dusk on the hill. These noises, so the tales agreed, resembled a choking, gasping sound—such as a man might make in struggling for breath. So it came about that this hill came to be known throughout all the country as “ Death-Rattle Hill.” “Gosh!” said Taylor once more as these thoughts went racing through his head. Then he jerked his cap from its hook in the hall and ran down the alley to see if any other of the boys had received a similar message. ARROTS Crawford, Pepper Perkins and several other members of the troop were talking excitedly. “ Hey, George,” they called as the scout appeared, “did you get one, too?” “Do you mean a letter from Terrible Terry?” “Sure thing,” said Pepper; “all the fel- lows got them. It’s just another of Mr. James’ stunts. Say, Scouts, remember that party we had at headquarters last Hallowe’en? Didn’t we have a_ circus! And Ill bet this year we'll have a bigger ” time yet! | After much discussion the group broke and only Taylor and Pepper Perkins re- SSS mained. If the departing scouts had been thinking less about the queer noises that were supposed to be heard on Death-Rat- tle Hill they might have observed that these two leading lights of Glenwood troop had their heads together in earnest con- sultation. It was ten days until the last of Octo- ber; ten days filled with the greatest anticipation for the members of Glenwood troop; although every scout in the troop felt a peculiar sinking feeling at the pit of the stomach at the thought of Death-Rattle Hill, not one of them would have ad- mitted it, and not one of them thought of failing to keep his appointment with “ Ter- rible Terry,” especially after the rumor was spread that each scout should go armed with a fork, a spoon and a tin cup. The boys agreed among themselves that they would meet at troop headquarters and march in a body to Death-Rattle Hill. ALLOWE’EN evening came at last. The members of Glenwood Troop re- ported at their headquarters to a man, quaking inwardly if the truth were known, but prepared to keep their rendezvous with the ghost of a cut-throat in the most haunted spot in all the land! Great was _ their relief when Mr. James appeared and said he had thought it best to accompany the boys on such a dangerous undertaking. They started out, rather more boister- ously than usual, laughing, shouting and singing, but the nearer they got to Death- Rattle Hill the quieter they became. By the time they reached the crest of the hill they were huddled together like sheep. “Here we are, boys,’ came the Scout- master’s cheery voice at last as the scouts reached a little clearing between two tall Norway pines. Not far from one of the trees a huge bonfire had been built. Mr. James struck a match, the flames ran quickly through the dry sticks and logs, and in almost no time the clearing was light as day. With the lighting of the fire. the spell that had been cast over the wvoys by thoughts of Terrible Terry was partially broken, and they entered into the games and stunts that Mr. James had planned for them with their customary spirit. ITH their hands tied behind their backs they tried to bite apples sus- pended from the branches of the pine by long strings and bobbed for apples in a big tub of water. They had boxing and wrestling bouts, dug pennies with their teeth out of snallow pans partly filled with flour, held a war-dance around the fire and yelled as only hungry boys can yell when Mr. James produced a pail of steam- ing cocoa, a big box of “dogs,” a pan full of doughnuts, and a box of red apples. But in spite of all they could do to for-

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Roosevelt and the Grizzly (Continued from page 8)

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é gS iy those three shots helped the bear to make up his mind in a hurry. He was a mighty mean tempered bear and thoroughly mad; and when those lead slugs plowed into his ribs he just cut loose with all the malice he had and came a-roarin’ straight at Theodore. “I guess he must have looked like a chargin’ locomotive, for a grizzly can move some when he has a mind to. He came thrashin’ through the brush with his roach up and his little black eyes red with | live anger. His teeth were bared and his lips | | were curled in a nasty snarl. His great shoulders humped along like two young mountains. Right there Theodore got the thrill that comes with every adventure. | And right then I guess he realized he was | up against about the hardest proposition any one man would care to tackle. The chances were about eight to ten he could down that old grizzly, and if he didnt make good in his little share of the chance —well, he knew he’d never see Elkhorn and his cattle partners. It was a case of shootin’ quick and true. At the rate Or Ephram was comin’ he had to snap the, lever of his gun mighty fast. “Though I didn’t see him, it’s mighty easy for me to picture just how he looked in his buckskins and felt hat, just as cool as a porcupine, with his legs braced. ready for the shock of the bear, and his teeth clenched in that determined way he had when he was fightin’ with his back to the wall, “On came that old bear, just crashin’ through everythin’ in his path. He was thirty feet away. Theodore could see the ugly gleam in his angry eyes. He could feel the ground tremble under the weight of his huge hulk. He could see the red, snarly lips and the long ugly teeth. He could see the huge paws with the long, knife-like claws, And above the uproar he could hear his squealing horses pound- in’ off in the distance, deserting him. “Up came the Winchester again. Bang! she roared, and through the smoke Theo- dore could see the old bear lurch a little under the impact of the bullet, and a jagged scar opened up one of the massive shoulders, and began to bleed. But still the bear came on. ¢¢]fN a flash Theodore knew that he had shot too high. He knew, too, that he had just about time to get in one more shot before the end. But this time he would have to plant the slug where it be- longed or there would be a dead Roosevelt instead of a dead bear. That was the climax, In that fraction of a second it was a question whether it would be the bear or the man. Roosevelt realized this;

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44 BOYS’ LIFE “Mind you, all that happened in a flash, Wasn’t much time for thought with that old fellow so close he could almost feel his breath. Theodore just braced his legs a little stouter, gripped his rifle a little harder and snapped it up to his shoulder. ‘The tiniest fraction of a second he took to pick up both his sights and cover the old bear’s head. Then he pressed the trigger, and jumped, for the beast was towerin’ right over him. “Bang! went the old Winchester, and, with a fearful, snarling growl, the grizzly crashed down in a heap right where Theo- dore had been standing. ‘Those great murderous old paws reached out for him, and those knife-like nails raked the ground and plowed nasty furrows just about the place where Roosevelt's vitals might have been. “That was all. Ol Ephram rolled over on the ground, struggled like a giant, and in his death agonies all but got onto his 24 days in an open boat— feet again. But the last shot had been then washed ashore, and— too fo for him, and 4 tumbled back with an ugly growl and thrashed about with helpless legs until another bullet

In Mid-Pacific, lacking food or water, under blazin sevelt’ i ; suns by day, storm-wracked by night, among dying and - ned Pi oa ota fp —_— sti an dead companions, this 16-year-old wireless operator 7 What did the rte president do — to b ] his thrilling, terrible tale to The American then? Why, like as not he wiped his fore- fetes head and looked things over. Then he You have never read a more romantic or remarkable started out to round up the pack horses, story than the true story that 16-year-old Theron Bean, which was a mornin’s work, I guess. And wireless operator of Portland, Ore., tells himself in the a couple of days later he turned up at Elkhorn, bright and smilin’, with Mr. Grizzly’s scalp, skin and toe nails on his pack saddle. October American Boy. An emergency operator in the U. S. Merchant Marine,

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a th st iis Is — ar ore aw The shevied Scouts’ —— Zatti Reddy Brant-- Thinker (Continued from page 11) CAUNceuenneseaeseendenenunaueniiiany Hi Beside a table upon which rested a pair of new rifles sat Miguel Herrera, the Mex- ican deputy. in a wide grin when he saw Reddy. “Halo, Reddy,” he greeted. “ Beeg time tonight, eh? ” “* Maybe, Mig,” grinned Reddy. “ What’s them rifles? New ones, eh?” “Dem guns?” Miguel shrugged his shoulder. “Dem is thirty-thirty. She’s new kind. Shoot two mile and blow hole in man like wash-tub.” Reddy picked one up, slid the lever far enough to show the head of a cartridge. Then he turned slowly, threw the gun to his shoulder and covered Magruder. “Put ’em up high, you dirty hound!” he yelped. “Up high or I'll—” AGRUDER started to step back, and his hands dropped to his gun, but the muzzle of the 30-30 never wavered from his waist-line, and his hands went above his head. “What do you—” he began, wonder- ingly. “Take away his gun, Piegan,” ordered Reddy, and Piegan obeyed. “Now, sit down, Magruder, and... . don’t .... you.... move!” “Now, what in thunder is the—” be- gan Burns, foolishly, but Reddy grinned wickedly and leaned against the table. “Will some of you take that gun away from that fool—” began Magruder. “ Thanks,” grunted Reddy, “ That’s the word I’ve been thinking about. Piegan, there is the man who killed Baldy Ham- mond.” “But—he couldn’t,” objected Burns, “Baldy was shot with—” “That’s where Magruder was a fool,” declared Reddy. ‘“He—he made it too much of a cinch. Piegan, will you get those two shells that Shorty found and compare them with these?” Reddy tossed a handful of brass cylin- ders on the table. Magruder looked on with wolfish eyes us the three men com- pared the shells, “ Look at the caps, Notice that scratch? Now, look at these,” and the boy tossed some more from another pocket. “Different firing-pin,” admitted the sheriff. ““What does that prove?” snarled’ Ma- gruder. “Just this,’ grinned Reddy. “You didn’t know that somebody else might know that a 45-90 will .... shoot... 45-70 _... ammunition. It swells the shell a little and makes ’em black at the butt. You planted flowers on your own grave when you planted them two shells on the trail, Magruder. The firing-pins on the other rifles at the ranch hit the center of a 45-70 cartridge, but your gun—the one with the scratched stock—scratches the top of the primer before it makes the dent,” “But why would Magruder shoot Baldy?” asked Burns. “Ask Magruder why there’s two thou- sand dollars reward for him and how Baldy knew about it—and was white enough to give Magruder a chance to go straight.” Magruder’s face blanched at this state- ment, and he started out of his chair. He showed his white teeth | Season's finest 45 We back this Trade-Mark with our Reputation. cycling days are here Get astride your Dayton Bicycle and enjoy the finest cycling days of all the year! Use your Dayton for work—or for play—to save your time— earn you money— give you the new vigor and “zip” that comes from good, sound, pleasurable exercise! Remember: Every Dayton Bicycle bears the famous “Davis-Made’” trade- mark—your absolute guarantee of top quality and complete satisfaction. Remember: The Dayton is made in the world’s largest factory devoted to the manufacture of bicycles. Remember: Handsome, splendidly designed, easy-running, long-wearing, and built and backed by a great fac- tory with twenty-five years of bicycle experience —that’s the Dayton! Re- member these facts when you buy a bicycle—and buy a Dayton! See the Dayton line at your dealers. Write us today for Catalog 42. Cycle Dept., THE DAVIS SEWING MACHINE CO., Dayton, Ohio Send for a copy NOW. It is pocket size, contains hie 264 pages, with over 1,100 ® illustrations and describes in Y plain, clear language all about Bells, Push Buttons, Bat- teries, Telephone and Tele- graph Material, Electric Batteries, cally Heated Apparatus, Battery: Connectors, Switc! ery ges, Wireless ee Instru- - Ignition Supplies, MANHATTAN ELECTRICAL SUPPLY cO., INC 11 Bark Pince 114 1106 Ploe te, oy dine if MSen pranctecs Sis, B88 Mission St. Mount Birds and Animals. wee teach yee Sy mail to stuff and mount all kinds of anim ls, game heads, ete. maiFal own taxiderm- pe ge your home with beautiful trophie: big money doing ye work for others. Goin ness yourself a month during spare time. Yes, $2000 is an 2000 a Year 23.2% panera ox | of taxidermy easily, guick/y and perfectly right in your home Today & spare ome + anels, Write T nd ay We We will-gend con you fall ipa Write Today er. Northwestern Sciuol of Tsien 1648 si ir

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BOYS’ LIFE “You sneaking whelp!” he _ grated. “You listened—” “Put the bracelets on him, Mig,” or- dered Waugh, and Magruder slumped back into his chair. “I—I held up a stage—two years ago, and—and Baldy knew—aw, what’s the use? ” “And there’s a lynching due tonight,” said Burns, meaningly, “ Maybe not,” said Reddy. “I just been thinking like this: if Piegan and Magru- der walked out of here, got on their horses and rode away to the jail at Pima, would anybody stop ’em? If that poor sheepherder put on Miguel’s big hat and sash and rode away, would anybody stop him? Everybody would think they was getting away ahead of the trouble, and anyway there ain’t nobody close to here —yet.” Waugh and Burns exchanged glances, and both nodded. “And in a little while Miguel could walk down town,” continued Reddy, “ and nobody would bother him.” “Any more ands, Reddy?” asked the sheriff admiringly. “ And then me and Mr. Burns could go home. I’m sore all over from the kicking them guns gave me today.” Piegan Waugh drew a deep breath and expelled it in a loud “ Woof!” “Reddy, you’re a wonder! How in the world did you figure all this out?” “Thinking,” grinned Reddy. “I just kept on thinking. I think I better go down and pay for that box of 45-70 car- tridges I stole today.” “T think,” said Burns, “that Lemhi is going to be disappointed tonight.” “Well,” said Piegan Waugh, “after what has happened, Burns, I don’t reckon any of us has a think coming, do you?” “No, I don’t,” laughed Burns, “ But what’s the difference, Piegan? As long as we have got Reddy around, what’s the use?”

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The latter opened it carefully and nearly dropped it when he saw the pink pearl gleamihg out from a wrapping of shredded cedar-bark. Mr. Donegan like most men of great wealth had a hobby. He was a collector of precious stones and it was rumored that his collection was one of the best in the United States. Seizing the pearl he held it to the light and examined it carefully and then pulling out a little pecket gem-glass, which he always carried, went over it in every detail while the audi- ence waited breathlessly for his decision. Finally he straightened out and said quietly. “That’s the best pink, fresh-water pearl I ever saw. One of the big jewelers would probably give you a couple of thousand for it. Tl write you out a check for twenty thousand if that’s satisfactory to you.” It was. As the bit of paper that meant so much to the future of both boys passed into Will’s perspiring hand, the audience for the third time broke all long-distance noise-records for Cornwall and adjacent towns. So ended the great adventure which after all was but the beginning of a greater— but that’s another story. THE END 7?

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r= ed ZO, he en ‘ir ly id »p id re id d vv? The Boy Scouts’ Magazine Firetop (Continued from page 18) Greave a money-thief? ” “ Because,” Firetop answered, “it jest popped into my mind. Say, he’s the only man here who’s mean enough to ha’ took the money you lost! All o’ the rest o’ the men here has been good to me but him.” “Oh,” smiled Barrett. “Is that all the evidence you have? I thought, perhaps, you really knew something.” “Will they jail ye ef ye don’t find out who got it?” denna d the lad. Barrett shook his head dismally. “ No, not that. But Ill lose my job, and it will be almost impossible for me to get an- other because of this; and I'll have to—I won’t exactly have to, but I will—I’ll give the company thirteen hundred dollars of my own money T was all he had, and he and Sally had meant to start their little home with that. He broke off abruptly, as though he were surprised at himself for discussing the matter with his juvenile companion. “How did it happen that ye lost it?” pursued Firetop. “It’s a mystery,” frowned Barrett. “ It disappeared from my desk almost under my eyes; it and the little satchel it was in. The windows were down, and the door was closed and locked; I was getting ready to fill the pay-envelopes. I had turned my back to the desk for a minute or so, and in that short time the money disap- peared. The company thinks my story is pretty thin—in short, they don’t believe it. But—oh, well, son, run on back to the kitchen and forget it!” Firetop Wexford went back to the kitchen, but he did not forget. He had come to like Steve Barrett immensely; and Sally Munroe, of whom he had seen much during the week he had spent at the camp, was to him a sort of goddess. In his simple way he realized that their hap- piness was at stake, that jail sentences were not the only undesirable things in the world. Bald Mountain Joe—he had cor- dially disliked Bald Mountain Joe from the beginning. Firetop was now quite sure that Greave was the guilty party; the process of elimination that had been going on almost unconsciously in his mind pointed an unwavering finger at Greave. For only Greave, of all the dozens of log- gers with that outfit, had ever given him an unkind word! The boy broke off his thinking as the sound of a dog's whining came to his quick ears. He knew that whine; it was Bald Mountain Joe’s spotted hound. Greave had been upstairs, in the sleeping- quarters of the loggers, shortly before, and his dog had followed him; when he had gone down he had, either by accident or design, closed the door behind him and left the animal a prisoner. Firetop hastened upstairs to free the dog. While he certainly did not like Greave, he did like Greave’s dog. wo he opened the upstairs door the hound gave a yelp of delight and bounded down the stairway past him, and he quickly followed it to the long, rough porch. Then a brilliant idea came into Firetop’s rather resourceful mind: the hound would follow its master; why should he not follow the hound to see where Greave went—on that afternoon when Greave was not working in the The Sport that never grows old Cou sports come in with a rush, and then die out, but there is one sport that American boys will never give up. There’s a fascination about feeling your own gun against your shoulder, sighting along the gleaming barrel, and by a squeeze of the trigger, sending ‘the bullet straight and true to the mark. Any boy who owns a Daisy will tell you \ there’s nothing else just like the fun he gets { from his good old “BB” gun. Thirty years ago the first Daisy Air Rifle was made in Plymouth, Michigan. 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Ideal Aeroplane & Supply Company This 3 the War-Famous DeHAVILLAND Battle Piane, Established 1911 the machine that fought tn France. Build a Model of tt. Cor. Wooster & Houston Sts.,° New York City BOYS’ LIFE woods? Bald Mountain Joe had given him a queer look when he had called him im- pulsively a “ money-thief!” The dog was still nosing around in circles in the camp clearing, trying to pick up its master’s trail; though they may never trail anybody else, these hounds are seldom unable to follow their masters. Little Wexford was not ten feet behind the animal when it ran off into the woods, still with its nose sniffing at the ground. It was hard to keep up, for the going was rough; there were scratchy bushes and big stones, to say nothing of bowlders. The hound went up a bank of the creek for half a mile, turned into a deep, dark cove filled with giant hemlock trees, then entered the door of a deserted and mil- dewed log cabin of one room. The roof of this primitive habitation was green with moss, and its chimney had fallen halfway down. It was a dismal-looking place, and the lad’s heart beat fearsomely as he stepped across the rotting doorsill. The dog went to the dank and musty- smelling fireplace, and began to nose over the hearthstones. Firetop knelt, and his heart was now in his throat; for he had seen faint signs which told him that one of the hearthstones had recently been mo- lested! Putting forth all his strength, the boy turned the flat stone over, and there before him lay something wrapped in a soiled blue bandana. With a smothered cry he unfolded the bandana—and found himself staring wide-eyed at thirteen hun- dred dollars, most of it in banknotes! Greave had thrown the little satchel away. HE hound had gone on after its mas- ter, Firetop wrapped the money in the bandana again, rose and ran deep into the woodland. Only when he was out of breath did he stop, and then he sank down beside a great tree to think. “Bald Mountain,” he whispered wisely to himself, “was afeared somebody’d found him out when I called him a ‘money-thief*! So he lit out for the cabin to see ef the money was where he’d hid it. I was right—I was right. Bald Moun- tain was the only man at the camp who wasn’t good to me.” When he had gathered himself together, so to speak, he wedged the treasure inside his faded shirt, rose, and went stealing through the woodland. The laurels thick- ened, and he lost precious time in wander- ing aimlessly. Night was falling when he found the way, and eerie voices seemed to be whispering to him from the black shad- ows; it seemed queer, for he had never been afraid before. Many times he looked behind him, always half expecting to see the indistinct, brutal lines of Bald Moun- tain Joe’s leering face. It was with a feeling of intense relief, therefore, that he at last reached the camp clearing. He noted that the crew of tim- ber-jacks were at supper; he could see them through the lighted windows of the dining-room. ‘The windows of Stevens Barrett s office, too, were lighted, and to the office went Firetop. He stole in so softly that the superintendent knew noth- ing of his presence until he had planked down the thirteen hundred dollars on the desk. “There,” the lad whispered, “is the money ye lost.” Barrett unfolded the soiled bandana, saw, and quickly turned to the boy. Little Wexford told the entire story in a few half breathless sentences. The young su- perintendent then locked the banknotes st bo his

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TF FSS aS Se Oe 'V — a a de ee ed weuewTeewewTt Ow aS Ww The Boy Scouts’ Magazine and silver in his small iron safe, took up the empty bandana and went to the din- ing-room; and Firetop followed close. Bald Mountain Joe looked upward and around as Superintendent Barrett tapped him on the shoulder. Then Barrett dropped the accusing bandana into the bully’s lap. Greave recognized it at once, and shot to his feet, his coarse face ashen. “You’re under arrest, Bald Mountain,” quietly stated the superintendent. “You—you ain’t any officer!” stam- mered Joe Greave. “That doesn’t matter,” replied Barrett. “T’ve arrested you, anyway. We'll take you to the sheriff tonight—take hold of him, boys!” It was then that Greave furnished the final necessary evidence against himself. He threw aside those loggers who had risen about him, and made a dash for liberty. Too late Stevens Barrett shot out a hand to stop him, and he would doubt- less have made good his escape had not Firetop Wexford quickly placed his slen- der little body in the doorway, like a grain of sand in a giant’s path, to block it. The boy was hurled backward and downward, like a leaf in a storm. But Bald Mountain Joe stumbled over him, and fell; and when he essayed to rise it was to find himself a prisoner in the hands of Superintendent Barrett and half a dozen stalwart men. Firetop’s head had struck a stairstep in the hallway, and he was now totally un- conscious from the blow. It would have done his lonesome heart much good, I am very sure, if he could have heard what Steve Barrett said when he stooped to gather him up in his big arms. “While I’ve got a home, you’ve got one, too, little Firetop.” HEN the boy came to his senses it was daytime; his head had been skilfully bandaged, and he lay in a nice, white bed in the home of old John Munroe. Not far above him, he saw the anxious faces of Stevens Barrett and Sally, and Barrett was speaking: “There—his eyes are open, Sally!” Then he bent lower and addressed Firetop: “How do you feel, son?” Firetop’s answer came slowly: “ All right, I reckon. But I—I’m sort 0’ weak.” “No wonder!” smiled Sally Munroe. “You’ve been insensible for twenty hours! Steve brought a doctor out to see you, and he lifted a splinter of bone from that cut in your head ; he says you'll soon be as good as new.’ The boy’s thoughts raced back to Joe Greave and the stolen money, and he promptly asked, for information. “Bald Mountain,” said Barrett, “is in jail. He confessed everything. His method of sneaking the money off my desk was certainly clever! As you know, the ceiling of my office makes a part of the upstairs floor. Well, Greave simply lifted a board partly out, dropped a hook and line down and caught the handle of the little pay-money satchel and lifted it up and through the hole, all within a quarter of a minute! Then he replaced the board, which, of course, he had loosened before- hand.” Barrett smiled and went on: “T’m to have charge of a big lumber plant down in the nearest lowland town, son. Wouldn’t you like to go with us?” “And be kitchen-boy?” asked Firetop. Barrett laughed. It was Sally who an- swered: “No! We want you to be our boy! Will you go?” Firetop nodded and smiled, and closed his eyes comfortably. 49 . > stamped price s W.L.Douglas ersonal guarantee ‘that the shoes 2 always worth he price paid r them You can save money by wearing W.L.D shoes, the best known shoes in the world. & a5 by 106 W.L.Douglas own stores and over 9000 shoe dealers. W. L. 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4 il Severe BNE Ok UE Setters: Te @& ——-—w iw’ wwe so The Boy Scouts’ Magazine /Under Two Eagles (Continued from page 16) vevnennenrentsny roofs of the huts and were maintaining a hot fire against the Huns across the river; and the activity in our trenches was very heavy. “They’re using four or five machine guns!” the Captain asserted. Two of our men came running towards us, bending so low that they passed right by us, “Where’re you going, there?” yelled the Captain. “Turn back!” Above the banging of the rifles and machine-guns the men heard the Captain’s order and wheeled around. “We're being attacked, Captain, by a force three times as large as ours!” onc of the men reported breathlessly. “ Po- rutchik Lavronsev awaits your orders!” “Tell the Porutchik to hold the po- sition at all costs! I will send reinforce- ments !”—and then he directed me to pick up as many of the men who were shooting from the roof-tops as I could and send them forward to report to the Po- rutchik in the trenches. Then I was to report to the Captain at once at the hut at the extreme end of the village near the trenches. Hine sent forward some twenty- five men, I made my way to the Captain. He was lying prone at the spot he had indicated, studying the German front through his glasses. I had returned, after carrying several messages, when I noticed an officer on his way towards us. He was bending low, but when he was within a few feet of us a bullet caught him in the back and he dropped. We sprang towards him and dragged him to our position in the shelter of the house. He was trying to say some- thing, but could not talk, With an effort that seemed to cause him excruciating agony, he raised his arm and pointed to one side. Looking in the direction he indi- cated, we noticed a dark spot moving in the distance. The Captain looked through his glasses. “They are fresh forces! They’re going to surround us!” As he lowered his glass a volley of machine-gun bullets came from the new direction, and he directed me to notify headquarters and tell them to send forward some of their machine guns. I met the operator halfway. “The wires are cut! I can get no con- nection!” he shouted excitedly. I returned with him to the Captain and delivered the bad news. Calling three sol- diers, he ordered them to make their way as fast as they could to headquarters and deliver the message. Ten minutes later one of them returned saying that it was impossible to get through, “The Huns are concentrating their fire on the road, Captain!” he explained. “My two companions fell. I thought it best to come back, because if I proceeded and got caught—which seemed inevitable you would wait in vain for the machine guns! A number of our men carrying ammunition were lying dead on_ the road!” “T’ll get to headquarters, Captain!” I declared, and, without waiting for his per- mission, I turned in the direction of the road, clenched my teeth and started to run like a madman, not even taking the precaution to bend low. There was a hot fire all along the road, but somehow I got appointment to Annapolis, equipped with the “* The Brake that Brought the Bike Back ’’ The New Departure is that wonderful device that makes cycling fatigueless fun and gives you absolute control of It halves your pedaling work, shortens the miles and makes it your wheel. easy to avoid accidents. It will take your dealer only a little while to put Mihi a New Departure in your old wheel or the new .” he il bike you buy. Insist on a New Departure, the - | over five brake that is_the prime favorite wit million riders. Bristol, Conn. 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Sixty men and two machine guns were immediately ordered to the vil- lage, and the other machine guns were turned in the direction of the new enemy positions, which kept some of the German fire off the road, S I reached the Captain a sergeant was explaining that the enemy was evidently planning to surround not only the village but the estate, too. “Will the Captain trust me with 150 men and one machine gun?” I ventured, an idea striking me as the sergeant fin- ished his report. “I think I see a way out!” Much to my surprise, without even ask- ing for particulars, the Captain consented, and I ran to a trench, which my own com- pany was sharing with about a hundred men from other companies. “Were in a bad fix, men!” I yelled. “T have just come from headquarters, If we're willing to take a chance, though, I think we can save the regiment! Are you willing, men?” Led by Stassie, they declared enthusias- tically that they were ready for anything. Sending ten men to get a machine gun and as many bullet-ribbons as they could carry, I ran back to the Captain and told him that in ten minutes he could order a retirement from the trenches to the estate. When I returned to the trench the ma- chine gun had already been placed in posi- tion. Then I ordered the men to cease firing; a moment or two later came two shrill blasts from our commander’s whistle, which was repeated by our lieutenants in all our trenches. At the signal our men left their trenches and made off in the direction of the estate—all except those who had volunteered to remain with me in the section of the line which it was my plan to hold. As the enemy observed our men leaving the trenches in full retreat they came over the top, crossed the river on pontoons and made direct for our trenches. The route they selected was naturally the one which subjected them to the least amount of fire from the estate, but it was directly in line of fire from the trench which we still oc- cupied. Onward they came. We waited until they were almost on top of us—until we could hear the shouts of their leaders, and then we let them have it! Our machine gun and our rifles let out a burst of bul- lets that mowed down the on-rushing Huns like wheat before the scythe, Those who, by some strange miracle, escaped our stream of lead, realized that they had fallen into an ambush and beat a hasty retreat to their old positions. A moment or two later, however, they came at us again. HIS time they advanced more cau- tiously. Again we waited for them, and then let them have another withering fire. The line wavered for a moment and then came on. It was evident that they were determined to break through irre- spective of the cost; and, as they outnum- bered us perhaps fifteen to one, I realized that we could not possibly hold them back if they were willing to pay the price; and the Hun leaders never hesitated to sacri- fice their men to gain an objective. In the hand-to-hand fighting that en- sued, quarters were so close that it was almost impossible to swing a rifle. It was a case of jab and stab, and our men were masters at that form of fighting. We made it so hot for the Huns who

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The Boy Scouts’ Magazine were unfortunate enough to land in our trench; and our gunners wrought such execution ameng those who followed them that, after four or five minutes of fero- cious fighting, we had the satisfaction of seeing the enemy fall back a second time. Our triumph, [ realized, would be short- lived, It would be only a few minutes be- fore the Huns, stung to madness by our resistance, would be at us again, and this time they would undoubtedly down us. We had already lost about one-third of our men, many of whom were lying in our trenches dreadfully wounded, and our ac- tion had already achieved its purpose— the regiment had successfully reached the estate. The time had come to retire. But to retreat all at once would have meant annihilation. Ordering Stassie to retire with thirty men, I had our machine gun and remain- ing rifles to keep up a constant fire to cover their retreat. It worked so well that a moment or two later, before the Huns could realize what we were at, thirty more men started off. Then the Huns woke up. Again they started for us—this time seeking little cover. They realized, of course, that if they did not get to us quickly they would find an empty trench, Our machine gun was put out of action and our rifle-fire was too thin to make any impression on the advancing ranks. “Cease firing and run for your lives!” I shouted, jumping out of the trench and heading in the direction of the estate. There were about thirty of us when we started, but our numbers dwindled every moment, one falling after another. We were nearly through the village when I saw that we would be overtaken before we could reach the estate, and I darted into the last hut in the village street, and was followed by the rest of my little force —now reduced to seventeen, including my- self, most of them more or less wounded. E slammed the door shut and hastily examined what we fully believed would prove our slaughter-house. Breath- less, covered with dirt, smoke and blood, desperate—many of us smarting from wounds which up till then we had been unable even to examine—we were, never- theless, determined to fight to the last. I heard not a suggestion of despair or dis- couragement. Brave moujiks, they were unmindful of pain, and they had no fear of death! “Took here!” shouted one of them, pointing to a trap-door in the center of the floor. Without loss of time we tum- bled down the stairs which led to the cellar and pulled the trap-door shut over us. Some one lit a match, and, in the corner of the cellar, sitting on a barrel, the flicker revealed an old man with a long white beard, I rushed over to him and shook him by the shoulder to bring him to his senses. He revealed that he was the owner of the hut and had hid himself in the cellar as soo;. as the battle started. “Go upstairs and wait until the Ger- mans come!” I ordered. Falling upon his knees, he pleaded for mercy. “Get up!” I commanded, “ and do what I tell you! If the Huns find you up- stairs, where you ought to be, they won’t hurt you; but if they search the place and find you down here with us, we'll all be massacred together! Hurry now and do all you can to keep them from coming down here!” HICH kind of razor shall you buy, young man? A regular one of the type shown here, such as every barber without exception use®? Begin right. Have your first shave with the razor every professional insists upon “shaving with. The razor is made of wonderful high-grade steel. You can strop the keenest of edges on it in a jiffy. Its one blade takes an edge on it that you will be proud of. You will prize this razor-all your life. Anybody can strop a GENCO Razor The Genco is built to strop. It has a broad back; its blade is con- cave ground; it is ground with a slight bevel immediately behind the edge. These three features cause the blade to meet the strop at precisely the correct angle. Its business-like shaving edge can be renewed with a few easy strokes. Drop in at the hardware store and try the Gen CQ famous Genco edge. Your satisfaction is guaranteed, for “Genco Razors must make good or we will.” GENEVA CUTLERY CORPORATION Reg. U.S. Pat Off.) 51 GATES AVENUE, GENEVA, N. Y. Largest E ers of High-Grade Razors inthe World MONIT MMMM s Mailed Postpaid This forty-page book of Radio Apparatus shows nearly all the |- latest appliances both |E for receiving and send- ing wireless messages. It is written in non- technical terms so that it can be understood just as easily by the inex- perienced person as by he expert. Prices are low when you consider the qual- ity of the apparatus. Here is a sample of our prices: worse} 4—%, K. W. Meteor Wireless Trans- former, 10,000 volt sec- ondary .....+. $13. There are many bar- MINT

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It must have been nearly half an hour later when we heard heavy footsteps above, as though a crowd of men had entered the place. There were loud, stern voices, to which we heard the thin, frightened voice of the old man replying. We waited breathlessly, and then, to our intense relief, we heard the intruders leave the*hut. Presently the trap-door opened and the old man threw us down some bread and a leather portfolio full of maps and papers, including a Russian map showing the disposition of our forces in this section of the front, and a partially completed translation of it. Later the old man opened the door again and whispered that there was one German patrolling the house, and that the who'e village was guarded by the Huns, We decided to make for the estate in the darkness. We crept quietly up the stairs and got out of the back of the house without at- tracting the attention of the patrol in front. Half of us had succeeded in get- ting through the rear fence, when our blood froze in our veins at the order in German. “Halt! Who goes there? In as stern a tone as I could command, I answered in German: “Dont yell; ours!” The next second a light flashed in my face; but before the Hun who held it could even think, two of our men had jumped et his throat, thrown him t» the ground and disposed of him. Another voice yelled “ Halt!” and there came a shot. HAT wes ovr cue. We jumped and ran in the direction of the forest. A rocket flared up and bullets came whizzing all around us. By my side was one of our men who had been shot in the arm and shoutder. In the woods we discovered that we were apparently the only ones who had escaped ! We lay down to rest, and at daybreak I aroused Petrov and we started through in the direction of our own forces, Crash! A_ shot plowed trees right past my face. “Stand where you are, Petrov! This must be some fool sentry’s shot. 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The Boy Scouts’ Magazine I laughed and then told them the story. “T’m afraid that Petrov and I were the only ones who escaped alive,” I concluded. “And yet some of the boys may even now be alive and suffering somewhere between thet hut and the woods. It seems to me we ought to try to get the village back.” “Try to get the village back!” Stassie repeated. “ Why, we took it during the night and drove the Huns back across the river!” Just then Porutchik Lavronsev came in and reported that five of the men who had escaped from the cellar with me had been picked up wounded. FTER we had had breakfast we were lined up in front of the stable and Captain Panunsev announced that he was going to recommend me for the St. George war cross. The soldiers cheered, and I felt so happy I could hardly hold myself. In the evening I had to carry a message to Colonel Karpovitch, At Lavronsev’s suggestion I took along a violin which he had secured for me. At the Colonel’s in- vitation I played one or two selections, and he asked me to join his staff at tea. During the meal the Colonel announced that he had received orders from the head- quarters of the corps to cross the river and occupy the village of Savendiki. “We're going to give them a little of their own medicine,’ he commented. “There’s only one thing that disturbs me: our aviators report that the entire village is surrounded by heavy artillery, which is cleverly camouflaged. I'd give five years of my life to learn how they ever succeeded in getting their big guns through this muddy country, and why, hav- ing got them in place, they haven’t let us smell their powder!” “Perhaps they’re running shy of am- munition for the big guns, Colonel?” sug- gested one of the officers. “The situation on the western front may be such that they have decided to concentrate all their resources against our allies.” “T don’t know what the reason is,” the Colonel repeated, “but I’d very much like to find out, All the scouts I have assigned to the task have been bafiled by the trenches which surround the village, and, I confess, I don’t like the idea of crossing the river in the face of those heavy guns— which have probably been reserved for just such an attack as I contemplate.” “Will the Colonel assign me to get the information?” I volunteered impulsively. “In civilian clothes, which I wear under my uniform, carrying my violin, I might possibly be able to get into Savendiki and secure the necessary information.” “That’s a great idea, Iogolevitch!” the Colonel replied enthusiastically. “I don’t think it would be quite as simple a mat- ter as you seem to think—there would be grave danger—but if you are willing to undertake the task I give my consent.” What new dangers I had brought upon myself by my impulsive offer I could not foresee, but that night I thanked good fortune for this new opportunity that had come to me to serve Russia. 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Nevertheless, he was none too sure of himself. Every dark patch on the water sent his heart into his throat. “Tl row ‘for a while,” he said. “No,” Pete answered. “ You’s a lot to do. Me and Joe’ll hold the oars.” And they held them, though they grew tired, to the journey’s end. They beached the boat not ten feet from their cabin, and climbed stiffly ashore. * What’s the time?” Pete asked. Don told him. “Ten minutes past two.” “Not bad a’tall,” said Joe. Don tried to tell them that it, was very good, and that they had done Chester Troop a wonderful good turn. “You’s always been square, Don Strong,” Pete said simply. “Tain’t noth- in’ for us to row a boat. Maybe we'll see you by and by.” Don climbed out of the hollow to the Turnpike and struck out for home. S he came downstairs the next morning Barbara smiled and told him that somebody was waiting outside to see him. He went to the front door. 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- ReORGSe i te The Boy Scouts’ Magazine “Oh, boy!” cried Tim. “Bring them in. Don had called upon the Troop to as- semble next morning at 8 o’clock—but at 7:80 o’clock every boy was there. Joe and | Pete arrived proudly carrying their shot- guns. When the order finally came to fall in, they stood doubtfully at the curb. “You two fellows right behind the last file,” said Don. “We's goin’ to march, too,” Pete whis- pered hoarsely; “step lively, Joe.” Down to the station the Troop paraded, the notes of the bugle rising from the head of the column. At ten minutes past nine o’clock they were in position, a double line that faced the tracks. Pete and Joe, off to one side for safety, jammed cartridges into their guns. The train came into view. line began to waver. “ Attention!” called Don. That sounded too formal for an occasion like this. “ Steady, fellows.” “Say when,” shouted Pete. He and Joe had their guns pointed up at a high angle. “Say when.” “Go on,” Don cried. His own self-con- trol was gone. “ Fire! Fire!” The train began to slow down. Boom-boom! Boom-boom! roared the guns. The twins began to reload hastily. The double MAN stood on the platform of one of the cars, a suit-case in each hand. At sight of the scouts a wonderful smile lit his face. He stepped down from the car-steps. The double line faced him now rigidly at salute. He dropped the suit- cases, snapped a return salute—and then suddenly held out his hands. The lines broke. Pell-mell the scouts rushed for him, babbling incoherent things. Boom-boom! Boom-boom! the guns roared again. “Gosh! It’s good to see you again, Mr. Wall,” Tim Lally blurted. The tears were running down his cheeks. “It’s good to be back, Tim,” said Mr. Wall. “ Ah, Don.” Don felt his hands grasped with a pres- sure that started his heart to beating wild- ly. While he stood there, tongue-tied, the guns boomed once more. “The Rivers twins?” Mr. Wall asked. “Yes, sir.” “ Have they come into the Troop? ” * No—no, sir,” said Don. With the scouts pushing and shoving for the honor of being near him, the Scout- master walked toward the two boys who, having exhausted their ammunition, watched the scene with pathetic interest. “Hello, Pete! He'lo, Joe! It’s a real pleasure to find you here.” “We'’s glad to be here,” said Joe. “We’s glad you wasn’t killed,’ added Pete. Mr. Wall’s mouth twitched. “I’m glad of that myself. Coming with us?” “ Sure,” they answered eagerly in chorus. Up the street the happy party went. Men came from stores to shake Mr. Wall’s hand, and the scouts grudgingly made room for them. At one point Don felt the Scoutmaster’s hand on his arm, and looked up into eyes that met his warmly. “Good work,’ the man said. Somehow Don thought he was speaking of Joe and Pete. They turned into Mr. Wall’s street. A woman came running down from a porch. Mr. Wall broke through the circle of scouts. It was too much trouble to go by way of the walk. He leaped the hedge and met her. “Wed better go back,” said Don. =e. ee oe | NUTT ({| SMITH BROTHERS’ ~ s.B u | Self-reliant boys know how to take care of themselves. They know that a neglected cough often leads to a bad cold, but’ that S-B Cough Drops relieve a cough and often ward off what might develop into a bad cold. Pure. No drugs. Just enough charcoal to sweeten the stomach. Drop that Cough SMITH BROTHERS of Poughkeepsie FAMOUS SINCE 1847 We will send you these 8 beautiful outdoor sport LOOK HERE, SON pictures, reproduced on heavy art paper, size 9 x 12, in strikingly attractive colors, for 25c in stamps or coin. Your room will look great with these pictures tacked up on the wall. SPECIAL OFFER: — bg | — these pictures FREE OF CHARGE on re- ceipt o 4 or a year’s subscription to the NATIONAL SPORTSMAN, which is a monthly magazine crammed full of Hunting, Fishing, Camping — Kage re stories tere I pictures, vaiushie information about guns, rifles, revolvers, shing tackle, camp outfits, best places to go for fish and game, and a thousand and one pew==~ ORDER BLANK «=== helpful hints for sportsmen. National Sports- ! National Sportsman Magazine man tells you how to shoot and fish, how to 217 Columbus Ave., Boston, Mass. train a dog for hunting, how to trap fur- J Enclosed find $1.00 for a year’s subscription to bearing animals, how to start and run a gun or rifle club, and a lot of other things you want lt = ea aa Sportsman and the set of 8 outdoor J Pictures. to know about. Tell Dad about this offer and he will be glad I Name to chip in with you because he will enjoy the *~ National Sportsman as much as you will. DE 2 stus sass steed haska ian ee

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A weight seemed to have been lifted from Don’s shoulders; and now that it was gone he realized that to carry it had taxed him. He dropped into a chair. and felt every muscle in his body relax. A whistle sounded—a whistle that Chester Troop had not heard for many, many months. There was a wild rush for the door. Mr. Wall stood on his porch. * Fellows,” he said, “we'll get together tonight at eight o’clock. That is unless you want to put it off until some other night.” “No,” they roared. “ No, no.” “ All right, then; eight o’clock. Pete Rivers, where are you?” “Here!” cried Pete. “T want you fellows at the meeting. You'll come, won’t you?” “Come?” Pete’s thin neck seemed in distress; the Adam’s apple moved up and down convulsively. ‘ We’s just hungry to come, Mr. Wall,” he said. Joe and CHAPTER XIV AMERICANS ALL HEN Don reached Troop _head- quarters at eight o'clock every scout was present, and Mr. Wall was standing in his old place up near the head of the room laughing and joking with some of the older members of the Troop. There was a box on a table covered with a cloth, and it bore a sign in Mr. Wali’s handwriting reading “ Hands off.” More than one scout watched that sign in high anticipation. At eight o’clock the Scoutmaster’s whistle shrilled, and the meeting began. The colors came front and center, and the Troop pledged anew its allegiance to the flag. Never had the ceremony been more impressive. Then came the scout oath, the roll-call, inspection. Joe and Pete Rivers, from a place near the wall, looked on and scarcely breathed. “Why wasnt they scout clubs when you and me was little?” Pete whispered to his brother. “Yeh,” said Joe; “why wasn’t they?” Having got that far the meeting hesitated—and__ then scout meeting after the accepted fashion of the Troop. For Mr. Wall had whisked the cover off the box, and there they saw a helmet or two, cartridge belts, a bayonet, clips of bullets and coat buttons. The helmet was crowned with a sinister spike; the coat buttons bore the stamp of a threatening eagle. “German things;’ cried Tim Lally. “ Aren’t they, Mr. Wall?” “Yes,” said the Scoutmaster, “ German things. I thought you’d all like a souvenir of the days when America crushed a force that threatened to enslave the world. Every relic here came from the Argonne. I am going to call your names; patrol leaders first; then the scouts, according to the length of time you have been in the troop. 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Les aa, Qe The Boy Scouts’ Magazine OFFICIAL BOSTON AGENTS BOY SCOUT UNIFORMS AND EQUIPMENT OF EVERY KIND AND DESCRIPTION Wear resisting school clothing for Boys. -Also Hats, Shoes and Furnishings. o> THE » SERVICE * STORE GAME vomay bered up, Son!” You don’t see the big players and athletes who use Sloan’s Liniment muscle-sore and joint-stiff. They al- ways keep a bottle handy and put a little on without rubbing to comfort muscles and joints and quickly lose all kinds of external aches and pains. Sloan’s keeps you on the job morn- noon, and night. All druggists. 35c, 70c, $1.40. wo fered keeps ’em lim- Liniment Keep 11 handy ALL THE PARTS & PLANS HZ Model A $1.00. Model B $1.50 Complete Model A $1.50 Complete Model B $2.00 HERE YS Prepaid, don’t send stamps. Made like a SKEETER, no others will fly ootherscan Beater, llotherssoon die N NIFTY NOVELTY &TOY CO. mace in a Jirry, fly itin Tue Parx Newark, Ne de Maiden so Nirty, firm as Noah’s ark “Joe and Pete,’ Mr. Wall called. “Your turn.” “Us?” Pete demanded, in surprise. He took a clip of bullets, and Joe, for variety, selected two coat buttons. He frowned at those ugly imperial eagles. Pete went back to his seat and kept star- ing at the bullets in his hands. “He gived us somethin’ just as though we was scouts,” he kept repeating under his breath. “ Scouts,’ Mr. Wall said, “I have been away a long time, and I can be with you tonight for only a few minutes. I cailed this meeting because there are things I wanted to say to you as soon as possible The war is over, the fighting is done, and sometimes people soon forget. I do not want to talk to you about the fighting. Those of us who have been through it want nothing better than to forget it. What I want to talk to you about is the men who went to France and died—and what they died for.” Tim Lally coughed. pered “Sssh!” “They did not die so that the United States could seize the land of some other people. They did not die so that the United States could become more power- ful. They did not even die to protect the United States from invasion. They died for something nobler and grander. They died so that other people, threatened by a brutal, ruthless foe, might throw off the danger that threatened them and once more breathe the air of freedom. Know- ing liberty, loving liberty, they died so that other people might have liberty, too. Where they lie in France there burns the torch of immortality. What they have done will never cease to stir the hearts of good men everywhere. “ And in dying they have passed a duty to us. We must live so that their sacri- fices shall not have been in vain. To be an American today means more than it ever meant before. It is a name of honor, It is a sign that there are men in the world who are willing to die for an ideal. And if it is to mean anything to us, it must mean this—that we are willing to live for that ideal. “ One phase of that ideal is duty. When there is need of work to be done, we must do it. When there is a sacrifice to be made, we must make it. America asks every man to become a good citizen. It asks every boy to train himself to be a good citizen. And what are the things by which we shall know a good citizen of this great country? These—he obeys the law; he is loyal to his country; he serves his fellow-man; he responds willingly to any service to which his country calls him; and he turns his hand to some useful, honest labor and makes of everything he touches an honest job. “While I was away America called upon all. There was an army abroad, and there was an army at home. You, the scouts of Chester Troop, were part of the army at home, and Patrol Leader Don Strong was your commander. And now I ask for a report. How did Chester Troop meet its obligations! Patrol Leader Strong.” Somebody whis- ON stood up and saluted. “Some— some of us made mistakes,” he said in a voice that trembled, “ but i Bobby Brown hung his head. “_but we were Americans—all of us. Those who made mistakes squared things when they found they were wrong.” Bobby’s head came up. “No,” said a hoarse voice. Startled, the Troop looked to the rear If you cut yourself don’t take a chance—use New- Skin, the antiseptic prepa- ration for cuts, scrapes and little hurts. Eighteen years in use. “Never Neglect a Break in the Skin” Be sure you get New-Skin, not an inferior sub- stitute. All Druggists— 15 and 30 cents NEWSKIN co. NEW YORK Good-Bye, Punctures! Treat your bicycle tires with genuine Neverleak Tire Fluid and you can say good bye to punctures. This famous prep- aration automatically stops all leaks and heals porous condi- tions. Be sure to get NEVERLEAK TIRE FLUID the original, time-tested tire fluid used for twenty- five years. Look for the yellow, white and green tube. Easily injected through valve stem. A 25c tube for each tire DOUBLES YOUR MILEAGE. Saves expensive repairs. At all dealers. Buffalo Specialty Co. Buffalo, N. Y.

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Pete Rivers was standing The muscles of his face of the room. beside his chair. were twitching. “We wasn’t all good Americans,” Pete went on. “Me and Joe, we didn’t do nothin’.” “Perhaps you didn’t understand,” Wall said gently. “That don’t make no difference, does it?” Joe demanded. “Yes,” said Mr. Wall; difference in the world.” Stowly Pete sat down. The muscles of his face grew calm and he held the clip of German bullets tightly in his hand. “Scouts,’ Mr. Wall said, “ America looks to you to uphold her future. Those graves in France cry aloud to you to stand for all that is cleanest and best to- day, tomorrow, forever. As _ school-boys your duty is to prepare yourselves for your work. As workers your duty is to dignify your labor. Today America has given the world a new vision of liberty. It is to you she looks that that vision may be brighter twenty years from now. That is the message I bring you from France.” The meeting was over. Grouped in the center of the room they sang “ America.” “My country, ’tis of thee!” Don’s voice grew husky. Never before had that one line meant all it meant tonight. He saw Bobby singing with a look of exalta- tion in his eyes. Nobody noticed the two boys who stole out of the building and walked toward Chester Turnpike. For perhaps a mile they trudged in silence through the night. “We’s been poor, ignorant idjits,” Pete said at last. “Yes,” said Joe. “No more o’ that,” Pete said passion- ately. “Come tomorrow I’m_ goin’ to hunt me a job. No bowlin’ alley job—a Mr. “it makes all the

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The Boy Scouts’ Magazine 63 From the Sea (Continued from page 23) you showed me is the best I’ve ever seen. Say six dollars. And you say the piece is so big you and Tom couldn't lift it! I hope old Smith doesn’t find it before we do!” HILE the captain had been making his quick calculations, Phil and 'Tom had been almost crazy with excitement. And while the car was speeding out of the town and to the beach, they asked all man- ner of questions. They were told that ambergris is a substance which is formed in the stomach of the sperm whale, that it is lighter than water, and that whales eject it, when it floats on the waves and is some- times cast up on beaches. also had time to say that ambergris is used in making perfumery, and that it com- mands a price in the markets of the world much greater than silver. As the car swung out on the hard sands, . a half-dozen diggers could be seen in the moonlight, scattered here and there on the beach. “TI think theres somebody right near where we covered the stuff with sand!” gasped Phil. “Hit her up!” said the captain to the chauffeur. “ Every second is money!” Almost before the car stopped, the cap- tain was out. “Point to the place!” he snapped. But by the moonlight it was difficult to find where the ambergris had been buried. Phil and Tom raced up and down the beach, searching for the mound of sand that would indicate the buried treasure. Not far away was Smith. He had a shovel, and everywhere that the sand looked as if it had been disturbed, he made his shovel fly. “Smith, the ambergris belongs to the boys!” the captain called out. “It isn’t yours!” “‘Findin’s on a beach is keepin’s,” yelled back Smith. “That’s the law, Captain Hartley, and ye knows it jes’ as well as I The captain | do!” Phil, who was searching the beach near | Smith, felt his heart flop into his throat. Right near Smith’s feet was a piece of | paper. When he had taken the bit of ambergris from the chunk he had pulled an old letter from his pocket and, tearing off a corner had wadded his specimen within it, dropping the remainder. This tell-tale bit of paper had been partially covered with sand when the chunk was buried and had kept its position; Phil felt certain that the old man was digging within a yard of where the ambergris was hidden. With a mighty effort he controlled him- self and slipping noiselessly over to the captain. “It’s within a foot of a scrap of paper over there,” he whispered. “ Almost under Smith’s nose!” The captain did not lose a second. Fol- lowed by Phil he stumped to where Smith was leaning over his shovel, his own shovel raised threateningly. “ Keep your distance, Smith!” he exclaimed angrily. “ As I told you, the ambergris belongs to the boys. They found it and buried it. It’s theirs. Keep your distance!” Tom, his father, the chauffeur, and the diggers employed by Smith had heard the angry command of the captain and came racing up the beach. The old seaman had taken his stand on the bit of paper, facing ss apooe Caw Dollar Goes for Service The people of this country de- mand of the Bell System the best possible telephone service. The one endeavor of the company, its only reason for existence, is to give the best possible service. Every dollar the Bell System receives goes to provide tele- phone service. Its entirereceipts are expended on operation, upkeep and devel- opment. More than half goes directly to labor. The remain- der is expended for materials, for the maintenance of plant and equipment, for the interest on money borrowed, for dividends on the investments of tens of thousands of shareholders, and for the payment of taxes assessed One Policy One System by public authorities. In its last analysis all telephone money goes for wages; wages for labor and wages for the necessary capital which investors have put to work in the Bell System. The telephone management is the agent of the public. It is entrusted with the task of pro- viding the quality of service the intelligent public demands. The wages of loyal, well-trained em- ployees and the wages of the capital that provide the finest of mechanical equipment and most efficient operation, must be paid. As a public servant, one duty of the telephone management is to obtain rates sufficient to pay for these necessities of service. AMERICAN TELEPHONE AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY AND ASSOCIATED COMPANIES Universal Service s Boys, Build this Car. This nifty little 35 Miles car driven by gasoline motor, can be hour built by any boy. Parts are furnished per , —_— very cheap: Send . ‘or ng plans and price is record “he, list of parts showing how to build this lad’s car; SYPHER MFG. CO. 122 Warren Street TOLEDO, OHIO information F REE AMERICAN Senoce ¢ rie Dept. g087» 431 S. Dearborn St. a. ‘arcs’ Earn Xmas Money Send for 2XMAS PACKAGES. Each package contains 48 assorted Xmas Se: and Tags, Selifor 10c. h. Wh Id send us $1.50 q bast RI STMAS sei DCOs Der EB bat gs og

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64 ‘Be A Boy Chemist! Work hundreds of amusing, interest- ing and instructive chemical experi- ments with your own chemical laboratory! ‘Test food, water and earth ; make dyes, soap, inks and lots of other things. Duzzle your friends with mysterious tricks of chemical magic; pour ink, milk and_ blood: from the same pitcher of clear water, make red, green and yellow fire. Find out how chemistry is used in Smith, and looking as savage as a tiger. | “You and your men are not in this game,” he growled. “If it’s going to be a scrap, Smith, itll be an almighty ugly one!” The enraged ship’s master, shovel held like a club, was so threatening that Smith | and his diggers shrank back. And while | they sullenly retreated, the captain threw a few shovelfuls of sand to one side and, with a shout of triumph, Tom and Phil fell upon their treasure. The ambergris weighed fifty pounds and was sold for six thousand dollars. Mr. Middlebrook placed the money in a bank as an educational fund for the boys, but one hundred dollars was handed over to them for the purchase of a splendid little sailing boat. the production of everything you eat, wear and use. Get Your Own Chemical Laboratory and you'll have heaps of sport and learn many useful things about chemistry and its use in everyday life. A OHEMCRAFT outfit m: ikes any boy an amateur chemist. Each outfit is complete with large assort- ment of harmless chemicals so you can répeat each experiment many times ; also all laboratory apparatus ind oa Manual of Instruction. CHE MCRAFYT is correct in prin- ciple; made by a_ professional chemist ; used in schools and colleges and endorsed by professors and teachers. A Size for Every Boy No. 1—$1.50; No. 2—$3.00; No. 3—$5.00; No. 4—$10.00 West of Denver, Colo., and in Canadz, A Little More Be sure you get CHEMCRAFT! Ask for it by name in your Toy Store or Department Store. It’s the best Chemical outfit. 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