The Boy Scouts at the Panama-Pacific Exposition

to know that old tub of a m

ea Gull. Time was when she had a reputation fo

ckon, Rob. Why, we could make circles around her, i

is boat is down and out. With vacation opening up before us, I've been trying to settle o

old cash to pay my expenses; and, Rob, ch

ing his uncle, Dr. Mark Matthews, the famous globe-trotter, carry him of

e. Some of us scouts were lucky enough to have our turn down in Mexico that time Tubby's uncle was taken sick, and couldn't get there to meet his old friend, General Vi

gave a slight turn to the wheel of the bustling little motorboat, aboard which he and Andy were the sole passengers. "We

all got a chance to go across the water to England and Belgium late last summer on an important mission for Merritt's family, and saw

e lot of remarkable adventures over there, and saw sights we'll never forget. Some of them I wish I could put out of my mind, because they were mighty u

his good old Long Island town of Hampton, there are lots of ways a pack of lively up-to-date Boy Scouts can have good times during vacation. With the big

have with a lot of the boys, just as we used to in other summers. There is the full Eagle Patrol, except our fat chum, Tubby, who's gon

"all the other patrols are full-eight each in the Hawk, the Black Fox and the Badger, with a ne

ed to keep our troop in the public eye, more or less. People know what the Eagles have done, and on the whole they favor their boys joining

head. During the last two years the members of the Eagle Patrol had made a name for themselves in Boy Scout ann

c gentlemen connected with the United States Government, who were experimenting with a new an

he Government, and the secret of which it appeared was coveted by emissaries of a nation supposed to be hostile to the United Sta

then being dug across the Isthmus-at Panama; and the record of how they made themselves excee

of the foreign tour undertaken by several of the Eagles on the previous summer, just when hostilities had broken out between the nat

time on, and history would accord them the laurel wreath as t

his interest. Even sensible Rob Blake secretly sighed when he contemplated having to put in the whole summer around the home town while Tubby

an their heated brows, and to make them think that there could be few things equal to being in a speedy little motorboat, spin

the houses scattered along the shore, and the white sails of pleasu

sy propeller, though not making remarkable headway at that. As the two scouts gradually drew up on

nt I saw drop off the nine-thirty train from New York this morning when I was heading for your house. Yes, and now I think o

for he's wealthy, and interested in all sorts of scientific matters. They say that at his city hous

speech that made me think of Sandy Ferguson, the Scotchman who has the bagpipe

he skipper of the Tramp, "who wants to see the judge so much t

d Andy, "but do you know I always like to listen to one of the Highland folks talk. It was the

t not like it if he thought we were talking about him. That old motor does mak

u notice, Rob, so I guess Cap. Jerry is ferrying him across. I only hope the old tu

ing like a sieve," Rob said in a low tone. "Jerry has all that down to a fine point, and just

lined to be "fussy" with regard to everything he handled, and tried to have his p

co taken from a rubber pouch. "I hope, when he strikes that match, and then throws it away after lighting up, he knows enough about motorboats to see that it goes overb

e bay the last three seasons, and two people that I can reme

suspended breath, while the red-faced passenger in Captain Jerry's ol

say another word, for suddenly they saw a flash of flame spring up aboard the old Sea

sh of flame spring up a