Tom Slade on Mystery Trail

ys said so. You can talk about your wireless and your wigwagging and semaphoring and fire si

oup, making an imposing smudge upon Go

mly wiping his cheek, "because y

ddo?" smiled his tall friend

ven if it had mistakes, he could read it," he added, indicating Harry Arnold, "because he c

to his stocking which had a way of slipping dow

gous," he concluded, as he t

deserved though it be. I think the skill is always on the receivin

ared the crowd might kidnap him, his face beaming w

ived them as well as sent them. Anybody that was here la

bandaged him," piped up Pee-wee Harris

n," someone laughed at Arno

ley. "I guess we better put them to bed now, hadn't we?" he asked, winking at

Harry being a hero!" Gordon bristle

ere is,"

Gordon

know Fat

N

on the fire an

"Even girls say so," he said, "Gee, I hop

to Garry, laughed silently, but he d

ness ain't said nuthin'? and ain't hed nu

said Doc Carson

akest a truer

drawn much tighter than necessary, and a disfiguring scratch across his rather lowe

ght. "I don't see's you can be a hero just climbing up a hill. That's all we did. That girl in the muni

ro, Tomasso,"

d soberly. "I'm satisfied to be at the hea

nterrupted, referring to his winning of

a war with Germany we'll have a chance to be heroes, for sure-like the English

ion that all the troop should honor the President's express wish. It was also exactly like him to begin on one subject and to end

rstood him perfectly, "but we mustn't shout ab

Tom, "but that ain't what I wanted to say. I didn't say a

n Jeffre

and I'd like to have him join my patrol because I need one more member and I think he'll be good on stalking and I

worth, quick to prevent him

ause I don't think I did anything special.

roup and Jeffrey Waring brushed past

want to join his class; he can send a message even better than a pigeon can take it

rry winking significantly at the Bridgeboro Troop's scoutmaster,

word. Then, in a moment, Roy Blakeley went over and

hreats and imprecations at the waif, whose first impulse was to run. Turning to do so, he had found Roy Blakeley, scout, standing by him, and had felt Roy's arm on his should

nd Silver Foxes, remembered, and they noticed how Roy Blakeley steppe

masso," they heard hi