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The Boy Scouts Patrol

Chapter 6 The Enemy Makes A Raid

Word Count: 1004    |    Released on: 19/11/2017

we can catch any more fish before we go a

k, "there's enou

Rand, "but it is a

gly. "There is a good place I can see. That stri

that would make a dandy pla

here and camp," said Ja

ay!" cri

ay it," sa

patrol and come up

hat time, Pepper," crie

e a bad idea,

r shuah," drawled Rand in the neg

nel Snow to start

cried th

him just as soo

the thing r

r their plans, the boys pull

there," broke in Don. "I didn't kno

here?" as

t is covered with bark so

a big tree," said Jac

s always lived in cav

one that doesn'

see him," su

Pepper. "If he's a hermit he doesn't wa

Jack. "What have you

ich things,' at least a

hing into things you don't know anything abou

ure of his dinner, what

the same way, too, fro

here?" as

mountain," replied Rand. "

cloud," said Jack. "I

making a fire to cook w

You can always depend upon old Solomon

" continued Jack. "I

to you," argued Donald. "You

up to you and hit you over the head. I've got more than half a

es up there, if it is one, and my curiosity

the trouble I want without going to the

. "Now, who said any

e shore and, jumping out of the

had landed, "who wants to be c

volunteered

ldn't do worse and Don is almost as bad.

nt to starve,"

will bring the water and wash the dishes I'll

all right," ag

en," ordered R

the stove from the boat, set it up and had it burning, and the p

the frying fish, under Rand's skillful manipulation, be

at am a fac', foh

oke in Pepper. "I ca

Rand. "Dem fishes am pr

acted attention, and the boys all w

a nearby clump of bushes, snatched the pan from the stove, overturni

t Pepper, who was the first to catch si

ey Rae, and he h

asked Rand i

r; "he's stolen our fish!

!" exclaimed Rand, "

-t-the fish," amended P

start, and perhaps, some knowledge of the locality, and after a vain hun

The oil has all run out and we can't cook any more," he went on, with so gloomy an expres

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“"I think--" began a tall, slenderly-built lad of sixteen, speaking in a somewhat indolent way; then suddenly he paused to look down through the trees to where the river gleamed below. "What's on your mind now, Rand?" his companion queried, a boy of about the same age, nearly as tall, but more stoutly built, and as light in complexion as the other was dark. The two were standing at the top of the road that wound down the side of the mountain from the town of Creston, which was perched, like the nest of some great bird, in a hollow of the Palisades. "I think--" repeated the first speaker, pausing again.”