BY
ROBERT SHALER
AUTHOR OF “THE BOY SCOUTS OF THE SIGNAL CORPS,” “THE BOY SCOUTS OF PIONEER CAMP,” ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1918, by
Hurst & Co., Inc.
“Honest Injun, Hugh, I never wanted togo anywhere half so much as I do right nowto drop in at that State camp where the militiahas started mobilizing.”
“Just so, Bud, and, to tell you the truth, I’mfeeling the same way myself. Ever since wescouts waved good-bye to our gallant BatteryK some five miles up the road, and watchedthe last gun, caisson and supply wagon disappearover the crown of Kettledrum Hill, I’vehad that picture in my mind.”
“Say, I wager things are just hummingover at that same camp, Hugh,” sighed thefirst boy in faded khaki, “Bud” Morgan byname, and a member of Oakvale’s famous BoyScout Troop.
“They certainly must be,” admitted his comrade,who wore the insignia of rank that marksnot only a patrol leader, but an assistant scoutmaster as well. “This morning’s paper saysthat besides our fellows, there is a full regimentalready in camp, not to mention othercommands, such as the Engineers’, SignalCorps and Red Cross detachments.”
“Don’t forget to count the Aviation Squad,Hugh,” added Bud, eagerly. “You know, I’mhead over ears interested in the birdmen andtheir doings, as well as in signaling, surveyingand inventions.”
“Yes, it certainly must be a glorious sight,”Hugh said enviously. “To tell you the truth,old fellow, I’m lying awa