Boy Scouts First Camp Fire

<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_XXX" id="CHAPTER_XXX"></SPAN>CHAPTER XXX.</h2> <h3>THE MYSTERY SOLVED&mdash;CONCLUSION.</h3> <p>"There!" exclaimed Thad, as he panted for breath after his supreme effort which resulted in the toppling of the boulder over the mouth of the rocky retreat of the two desperate characters; "if only there is no other way out, I reckon we've got those birds safely caged till the officers come."</p> <p>"Well," remarked Smithy, who actually had some color in his usually pale cheeks, and whose blue eyes were sparkling with excitement; "from certain things they let fall when they were conversing, Thad, I am of the opinion that this is the only exit, as well as entrance to the place."</p> <p>Smithy had been fed on big words, and very exact language so long, that as yet his association with other boys less particular had failed to rub away any of the veneer. In time, no doubt, he would fall into the customary method among boys of cutting their words short, and saving breath in so doing.</p> <p>"Yes," remarked Thad, smiling broadly, "and from the way you can hear those two fellows on the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_247" id="Page_247">[247]</SPAN></span> other side of the stone carrying on, I guess you must be right; for they seem to be some angry I take it."</p> <p>"You don't think they could upset this rock, do you?" asked Smithy, a little anxiously.</p> <p>"Not in a thousand years, without crowbars to help them. There they stay till we get ready to invite 'em out. When the officers come, they'll find a way to do the trick, never fear, Smithy. But how do you feel about taking a trip across to the camp right now?"</p> <p>Smithy started, and turned an anxious face out to the water, where the waves were still running fairly high, though the wind had died down.</p> <p>"I'm willing to do anything you say, Thad," he replied, with a sigh.</p> <p>"Even if you never swam fifty feet in your whole life," remarked the scout-master, admiringly, for the pluck of the tenderfoot appealed to him strongly; "but make your mind easy, Smithy, for I don't want you to swim, this time."</p> <p>"But Thad, how else can I go?" pursued the other. "We have no boat; I never did learn to walk on the water, you see; and so far, my wings haven't sprouted worth mentioning; so how can I get over to our camp?"</p> <p>"Why, I didn't think to mention it to you, and I really haven't had the chance, to tell the truth; but I happened to discover where those men hid <i>our</i> boat in the bushes as I came along on the trail you<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_248" id="Page_248">[248]</SPAN></span> left. And Smithy, while I think of it I just want to say that was a clever dodge of yours, making all the mess you could with your shoe every time you came to a patch of dirt. It helped me a heap, and saved me a lot of time."</p> <p>Smithy fairly glowed with pride. A compliment from the scout-master was worth more to this boy than anything he could imagine.</p> <p>"I don't know what made me think of that, Thad; it just seemed to pop into my mind, you see. And I'm delighted to hear you say it helped some. As to my going over to the camp in the boat, I'm ready, as soon as we can launch the canoe. While I have had only a little experience in a boat, I've managed to pick up a few wrinkles, and ought to be able to get ashore safely. What do you want me to do, Thad?"</p> <p>"Explain the situation to the others, and then have Allan and Bob White paddle over; yes, Step-hen might as well come with them to take back the boat again, for the officers will need it when they arrive."</p> <p>The canoe was easily carried down to the water and then Smithy with a few directions from his chief, started across. He managed very well, though once Thad had a little scare, thinking there was going to be an upset.</p> <p>In due time Smithy was seen to land, with the other boys crowding around, doubtless plying him<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_249" id="Page_249">[249]</SPAN></span> with eager questions. Shortly after the boat started off again, this time holding Allan, who plied the paddle with wonderful skill, Bob White, who might have done just as well if given the chance, and Step-hen.</p> <p>When they reached shore Thad breathed easier. If the two men should break out now there would be four stout fellows to oppose them; but all the same no one was anxious to have such a thing happen.</p> <p>The boys had brought something to eat along, and they all sat down to have a bite. Everything was quiet inside the old bear's den. Bob White said he hoped the rascals had not been smothered; and Thad declared they could get plenty of air through the crevices between the rocks. On his part he was secretly hoping that the fellows might not be able to cut their way out before help came.</p> <p>The time dragged slowly. Again and again did some impatient fellow ask Thad to look at his watch, and tell him how much longer they must wait before the officers might be expected.</p> <p>As the westering sun sank lower and lower, Thad himself began to grow anxious; and could be noticed listening intently every time the faint breeze picked up; for it was now coming exactly from the quarter whence the assistance they expected would come.</p> <p>"There, that was sure an auto horn, tooting!" he exclaimed about half-past four in the afternoon.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_250" id="Page_250">[250]</SPAN></span></p> <p>Every one of them listened, and presently sure enough they agreed that it could be nothing else, though the loon out on the lake started his weird cry about that time, as though he considered it a challenge from some rival bird.</p> <p>"Get aboard, and pull for the shore, Step-hen," ordered the scout-master; and as he had been expecting this, the long-legged scout pushed off.</p> <p>They watched him paddling, and when he had almost reached the spot where Smithy and Bumpus, together with Davy Jones stood, a car came in sight, loaded with some four or five men in blue uniforms; Giraffe, and another, wearing ordinary clothes.</p> <p>Step-hen brought two of the officers, and the extra man over, and then went back for another pair, while Thad talked with the Chief of the Faversham police, and the man whom he recognized as the guest they had given a cup of coffee to at the time the owner of the bear claimed his property.</p> <p>The story was soon told, and it thrilled the scouts as they had seldom been stirred before. It seemed that the two men were notorious counterfeiters, known to the authorities as Bill Dalgren and Seth Evans. They had been surrounded by officers a month before, at a place where they were engaged in the manufacture of bogus half dollars; but had cleverly managed to escape with some of their dies and other material. One of them had been injured<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_251" id="Page_251">[251]</SPAN></span> in the fracas accompanying this failure to catch them at work.</p> <p>Since then their whereabouts had become a matter of considerable moment to the authorities at Washington, and one of the cleverest revenue officers was put on the case. He had disguised himself, and hiring the owner of the dancing bear, had gone around the country trying to get trace of the men, one of whom he knew wore a shoe with an oddly patched sole.</p> <p>This gentleman, Mr. Alfred Shuster, assured the scouts that they were entitled to the heavy reward offered by the Government to any one giving information leading to the capture of the two bold rascals; and he declared that he would see to it that this amount was paid into the treasury of the Cranford Troop of Boy Scouts, as they had certainly earned it.</p> <p>When the big rock was finally rolled away, with the aid of heavy wooden bars, the trapped men came meekly forth when ordered. All the fight seemed to have been taken out of them. Indeed, the one with the lame leg declared he was glad that he might now have the assistance of a doctor, for he had of late begun to fear that blood poisoning was setting in. In the place plenty of evidence to convict the two men was found.</p> <p>So by degrees everybody was ferried over to the camp, Bob White taking turns with Allan in wield<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_252" id="Page_252">[252]</SPAN></span>ing the paddle. Afterward the big auto whirled away, taking the wretched prisoners, as well as their exultant captors along. Then the camp of the Silver Fox Patrol settled down once more to its usual peace.</p> <p>Until late that night, however, the boys, unable to sleep after all this excitement, sat around the blazing camp-fire, talking. From every angle the story was told until each fellow knew it by heart. And all united in praising Smithy for the part he had had taken in the capture of the men for whom the officers of the law were searching.</p> <p>For two more days the scouts remained in camp, and during that time many were the things Allan and Thad showed them. No one ever missed the real scout-master for a single minute. And when the hour arrived for the tents to come down, since a wagon had arrived to bear them back home, the eight members of the patrol united in declaring that they had had the time of their lives; and did not care how soon the experience might be repeated.</p> <p>On the way back Thad ordered a halt at the identical spot where that little spring bubbled up, and ran away with such a cheery sound. While the fellows were drinking and sitting around, Thad called the attention of them all to some peculiar sort of fruit the small tree close by seemed to be bearing, in one of the lower crotches, where three limbs started out, forming a sort of cup.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_253" id="Page_253">[253]</SPAN></span></p> <p>"Why, I declare, if it isn't my compass!" cried Step-hen, turning very red in the face, as he eagerly reached up, and secured the little aluminum article.</p> <p>"Yes," said Thad, severely, "I saw you put it there, carelessly, when we were all here, and said nothing at the time; for I wanted to teach you a lesson. And now, all the time we were in camp, you've been accusing Bumpus here of losing, or hiding your compass. I think you owe him something, if you're a true scout, Step-hen."</p> <p>"You're right I do," said the other, jumping up, and hurrying over to where the fat boy sat, his eyes dancing with delight over being cleared so handsomely; "and right here I want to say that I humbly apologize to Bumpus, who is the best fellow in the whole lot. I hope he'll forgive me, because I really thought he was playing a joke on me. You will, won't you, Bumpus? I was just a silly fool, that's what."</p> <p>"Mebbe you were, Step-hen," said Bumpus, calmly, as he gingerly accepted the other's hand; "and I hope that this will be a lesson to you, as our patrol leader says. When a scout gives his word, he expects it to be believed, Step-hen. But it's all right; and I hope you find right good use for that fine little compass when we get off on that trip into the Blue Ridge mountains."</p> <p>And at that every scout snatching off his campaign hat, gave three cheers, as though right then,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_254" id="Page_254">[254]</SPAN></span> with the coals of their first camp-fire hardly cold, they were looking forward with eagerness to another outing that would bring new adventures in its train.</p> <h3>THE END.</h3> <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <h2>THE JACK LORIMER SERIES</h2> <h3>5 Volumes&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; By WINN STANDISH</h3> <div class='center'> <table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Jack Lorimer books price"> <tr><td align='left'><b>Handsomely Bound in Cloth</b></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'><b>Full Library Size&nbsp;&mdash;&nbsp;Price</b></td></tr> <tr><td align='left'><b>40 cents per Volume, postpaid</b></td></tr> </table></div> <hr style='width: 45%;' /> <p><b>CAPTAIN JACK LORIMER; or, The Young Athlete of Millvale High.</b></p> <div class="blockquot">Jack Lorimer is a fine example of the all-around American high-school boy. 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