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| Will you do me a favor, Bumpus? Sure I will, Giraffe; what is it you want now? Then tell me who that is talking to our scoutmaster, Dr. Philander Hobbs; because, you know, I ve just come in after a scout ahead, and first thing saw was a stranger among the patrol boys. Oh You mean that thin chap who came along in his buggy a bit ago, chasing after us all the way from that town where we had a bite of lunch? Why, I understand he s the son of the telegraph operator there. You know we made arrangements with him to try and get a message to us, if one came along. Whew then I hope he ain t fetched a message that ll spoil all our | introduce the little party to such of our readers who have not had the pleasure of making their acquaintance in previous volumes of this series. The Cranford Troop of Boy Scouts now consisted of two full patrols, and a third was in process of forming. The original patrol was known as the Silver Fox, and the six scouts who were with Doctor Hobbs, away up here on the border of Lake Superior, bent on a cruise on the great fresh water sea, all belonged to that division of the troop, so that they are old friends to those who have perused any of the earlier books. Thad Brewster, whom Bumpus had spoken of so highly, was a bright, energetic lad, who had always delighted in investigating things connected with outdoor life. He had belonged to a troop before | Hobbs has had to give up a jolly trip, and hurry back home, just when the fun was going to begin, because the old doctor he works with needed him the worst kind? But say, spoke up the fat boy who answered to the designation of Bumpus, mebbe the Cranford Troop, and the Silver Fox Patrol in particular, ain t lucky to have such a wide awake, efficient assistant scout master as our Thad Brewster, who knows more in a day about out of door things than Dr. Hobbs would in a year. Yes, that s right, replied Giraffe; but we re going to know what s in the wind now, because here s the scout master heading this way, with several of the other boys tagging at his heels, and sure as you live they re grinning too. Looks to me like Stephen and Allan thought |
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