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The Boy Scout Fire Fighters; Or Jack Danby's Bravest Deed

Chapter 5 TOM BINNS' BAD LUCK

Word Count: 2400    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

dges of merit for which Scouts are eligible. They had passed all the tests save one. They had proved their efficiency in signaling, in scout and camp craft, in the tying of knots, had given ev

y and his Patrol, the Crows. Although Tom Binns had been a Scout longer than Jack, Jack had been a Tenderfoot Scout for only thirty days, the shortest time in which a Scout c

rs and Scout-Masters?" asked Tom Binns, as they met after

nd Mr. Durland wasn't a Scout when he was our

responsibility, but then

onsible, and to understand that you've got to do things just because you are responsible for seeing

hall we

t from the other side of the lake there, go to Haskell Crossing, and get back to

I don't know that country

ace where we can make a fire and cook our supper, though. We don't need

d it or not? If a fellow wasn't straight, he could go off somewhere; and then report th

chap who had got to be a Second Glass Scout would

t. When you see a fellow give you the Scout sign in a strange place, you know

uts, and not do anything ourselves, nor let any other Scout do anything that wo

m Beaver Dam, where their fellow Scouts were to gather later in the afternoon for a

hen we've gone seve

e can tell without any trouble. That's one reason I picked out the place. Th

nd is thi

an old estate are fighting about it in the courts. They've been trying for years to get it

me no one c

t both sides were partly right, and I should think they'd want to settle it between themselves, and so each ge

anyone li

so lonely. Some people say it's haunted, but I guess the tramps pl

d, I hope he stays in when we'

ow, you don't need to worry about ghosts in

here, Jack. The woo

anyone ever did see a real thing here that he thought was a ghost it was a tramp in disguise. And I

ounds good," said Tom, a few minutes

fuss when the railroad went through, and that was about the time when the quarrel started. They said it would spoil their pr

nd was ahead of Jack, stumbled and fell against a r

pretty badly," he said. "I don't be

ulder and tried to walk, bu

Jack. "I may be able to do

ing the stocking back from the injured a

d, Tom," he said, "but it won't hur

, endured the pain without even a whimper, Jack rub

and make a cold compress for it. Next to blazing hot water, that's the best thing to do for it, and I think you'll b

that! If you go back with me, you won't be

ing very much. And you didn't think I'd leave you alone here, or to go hom

ll right, but Jack wouldn't hear of such an idea, and, after he had put the cold water bandage on Tom's ankle, he

, loafing and wishing for something to do, was a red-headed, gawky youth whose business it was to

hen they asked how soon they could get a train. "One went a few

bit," said Tom Binns

ome into the station and set down! There's a place in th

milk cans, which showed pretty well what made up the bulk of the freight handled there. But there was a pile of sacks in one corner, also, and on those

d telegrapher, station agent and baggage man rolled into

woods, and if you'll show me a place where I can build a fire, I'll cook it now. We've go

o hanker after, it's bacon and eggs. I can't get a hot supper on this job-I hav

then, and I'm glad we will. It's mighty nic

ort time, sent up a fragrant odor of frying bacon and eggs, and of rich, steaming coffee that would have given a wooden Indian an appetite. He carried the meal to the station, too

ss here that don't

one of the whole day. I have to watch them all, too, and report w

happen if

m here as soon as the Thunderbolt passed, for instance, and I was asleep when she went by, he might le

tty responsible place here, I

gets awful lonely here sometimes. That's the worst part of it. The work's easy enough, but it's no

l of them, I gu

ime every evening. Things are slack, you know. They send her in a hot supper from the restaurant there, and she calls every evening and tells

ts, and Jack, indeed, had experimented a little with wireless, so that

e, he was trying to interpret the swift interchan

n for a visit the way you have. I wish there were more of them-except for those

there, you mean?" asked Jack.

n lau

ver here and look up the place, and they'd have stolen everything in it long ago if there'd been anything to s

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