BY
SCOUT MASTER ROBERT SHALER
AUTHOR OF “THE BOY SCOUTS OF THE SIGNAL CORPS,” “THE BOYSCOUTS OF PIONEER CAMP,” “THE BOY SCOUTS OF THEGEOLOGICAL SURVEY,” “THE BOY SCOUTS OFTHE LIFE SAVING CREW,” ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1914,
BY
HURST & COMPANY
“Wasn’t that the far-away hoot of an owljust then, Mr. Scout Master?”
“I wonder if it could be one of those tenderfootrecruits that expect to make up the newOwl patrol of our troop? How about that,Hugh?”
“As you’ve put it up to me straight, Billy,I’ll tell you what I think. It’s out of the questionfor one of those greenhorns to be awayup here in the woods; and it was too deep andheavy to be the call of even a big Virginiahorned owl. If you fellows will take the troubleto look up through the treetops you’ll noticethat there’s a lot of queer flying cloudsracing overhead right now.”
“Whew! do you mean it’s going to storm,Hugh?” demanded the boy who had answeredto the name of Billy. He seemed to be a good-natured,easy-going lad, though just now hisface bore an expression of sudden concern.
“I’m sure that was the distant growl ofthunder we heard,” came the answer fromHugh Hardin, an athletic fellow who had longbeen the leader of the Wolf patrol. Verylately, on the resignation of the assistant scoutmaster of the troop, Hugh had been electedto that office, receiving a certificate from BoyScout Headquarters in New York City thatfully qualified him to serve in place of the realchief should the latter be unable to accompanythe troop.
There were just four of the lads up in thewoods, where they had come to spy out the