Tom Slade with the Colors

here were no trees, and grateful for their support when he found them borderi

e shack, which seemed more lonesome and isolated than ever before. He saw that the light was from a

e who live in a different world. And even now, in this altogether strange situation and with all the advantages both

nd stood clutching a tree and leaning against it as R

fugitive, who stood staring at him, lantern in hand, as

" Tom panted. "You-

about him and peered down

demanded roughly. "Is anybod

speak gave him courage, but he forgot the little speech which he had prepared, and poured out a tor

you ever know a scout that was a sneak? Me and you-are all alone here. I k

his feelings got the better of him, he would fall into the old illiterate phraseology o

control of himself-"that because I didn't know how to talk to you and-and-answer you-like-that I was a-scared of you? Did you think I couldn't find you easy enoug

ded from shee

a man might watch a thunderstorm. "You

y and have people callin' you a coward and a-a slacker-and then somebody-those secret service fellows-come and get you? I wouldn't le

e reeled and fell to the ground t

it under my neck. I-want a drink-of water.... You got to begin right now to-night, Rossie, with the Colors; you got to begin-by-by bein' a Red