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| imagined it might bit Thad and the panther, that, meeting in midair, had lost their grip, and were falling to the ground, fully forty feet below. Why, it s only his club, cried Giraffe, quickly. Then he must have let it get knocked out of his hand ejaculated Bumpus. Oh poor Thad. He ll be in a bad fix without a single thing to fight that animal with That s where you re mistaken, because I can see him now, and he s acoming down the tree right smart Step Hen announced; which intelligence allowed Bumpus to breathe freely again, for his face was getting fiery red with the suspense that had gripped him. That s so echoed certain amount of caution, interposed Allan; there are times when a fellow might take chances, if it s a case of necessity, and quick action is necessary in order to save life; but right now Thad s only carrying out the rule he s always laid down for the rest of us. Be prepared, you know, is the slogan of every scout, and that s what he s doing. He wants to be sure of his ground before he jumps. Hub grunted Davy, if I d stopped to count ten before I slid down, I der now what would have happened to me. Some fellers act from impulse every time, and you can t change the spots of the leopard, they say. What s dyed in the wool can t soon as he found his feet fixed on solid ground once more, strode straight up until he faced Davy Jones, and suddenly called out: There s your panther, Davy There was a craning of necks, a gasping of breaths, and then a series of yells broke forth that made the nearby woods fairly ring with the echoes. CHAPTER III THE CAMP ON THE LAKE SHORE Why, it s only a big owl shouted Giraffe. Hey, Davy, shake hands with your yellow eyed panther roared Step Hen. Bumpus snatched up his bugle, for he held that office in the Cranford Troop, and let out a piercing series of blasts that would have undoubtedly frightened any wild animal, | |||||||
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