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  CHAPTER XIX

  THE WARNING OVER THE WIRE

  After supper the two boys once more ascended to the snuggery near theroof.

  There was no further reference made to either the disappearance of theold coins, or Paul's little heart trouble with his girl chum.

  They had a number of books loaned them by the good old minister and whichwere full of interesting facts connected with the wonderful Boy Scoutmovement, especially over in England, where it originated.

  Paul was deeply interested in picking out all features that would appealto American lads. Until they had found the right party to take theposition of troop master he wished to play the part of scout leader insuch fashion that no one could pick a flaw with his management.

  Usually it is some adult to whom this important position is entrustedfrom the start; Paul, however, had long been known to be so deeplyinterested in many of the branches which concern life in the open, thathis mates were only too glad to have him occupy the exalted position ofleader for the time being.

  When they knew as much as Paul did, they believed they would be wellqualified to pass for a first-class scout's assignment.

  So Paul, with the assistance of his comrade, was selecting manyinteresting competitions. By means of these the boys could be tested asto their knowledge of those things so important to the boy scouts.

  He made many charts showing the different footprints of wild animals, aswell as those of the domestic cat and dog. By following the tracks ofa rabbit a most interesting as well as instructive story could be madeout. It was possible just from the marks on the ground, or the snow, totell how the animal had been frightened into wild flight, by what sort ofenemy it had been pursued, where the swoop of owl or eagle had broughtspecks of blood upon the leaves or white snow, and finally the pickedbones of poor bunny would reveal the secret of the windup of the chase.

  So, in every case, the student of nature could weave a story out ofthe marks discovered. It was so in the days of the Indian, when oldLeatherstocking and his long-barreled rifle were leading factors in thelife of the wilds. Daniel Boone and his pioneers used to read such signsas easily as any boy might the pages of this book. And the deeper any laddips into such fascinating studies the more he wants to learn.

  When half past nine came Paul said he must be going.

  "I've had a jolly evening of it, Jack, and enjoyed every minute with you.When we get the boys together again we can have half a dozen competitionsgoing on at once," he said as he arose and stretched himself.

  "That's so," replied the other, following suit; while even Carlo archedhis broad back, and prepared to follow them downstairs; "and the bestof this thing is that the more you go into it the greater it gets. I'mfairly wild to keep it up."

  Just as the boys reached the lower floor the telephone bell rang, andJack, being near, stepped over to the small table in the hall on whichthe receiver rested.

  "Yes, sure, he's here. Hold the wire," Paul heard him say, as he smiled;and then turning to his friend Jack continued: "here, Paul, take hold.Somebody wants to talk with you. Says he called up your house, and theytold him you were over at my home."

  Paul of course wondered who could be wanting him so positively that heeven followed him over to the Stormways house.

  "Hello! hello!" he said, quietly.

  "That you, Paul?"

  "It's Bobolink, I guess," remarked Paul, for the benefit of his chum whostood by, listening curiously.

  "That's right," continued the voice over the wire.

  "What's doing to make you chase me up this way, Number Three?" Paul wenton.

  "That's the trouble; I just don't know for sure. But when I caught Ted'svoice among the bunch I said to myself, they're up to no good; and I betit's Paul they are laying for."

  "Hey! what's that? Who's laying for me, and where?" demanded the startledboy.

  "Listen, and I'll tell you all I learned. 'Taint much, but I know thatcritter so well that I wouldn't put it past him to try and knock you out,so that all our drilling in the woods would be upset, and his crowd getan advantage."

  "Oh! bosh! What's this you're giving me, Bobolink?"

  "Yes, I expected you'd say that. Think I'm stringing you, don't you,Paul? But I'm not, all the same. Listen again. Perhaps Ted and two ofhis cronies have gone and dressed up in some old Hallowe'en toggery untilthey look like a set of bears or hyenas just to frolic around a bit.Well, mebbe they have; but tell me just why they are hiding close to_your_ place?" continued the talkative yet determined Bobolink.

  "When did you see them?" demanded the other.

  "Not more'n eight minutes ago, Paul. Was comin' home myself. Been overto Bluff's house to fix up some surprises we expect to play on all youfellers later on, and show you what we know about this scoutin' business.On the way home I turned in and passed your house. Often come that way,you know," and the speaker paused as if for breath, or to hear Paul admitthe fact.

  "Sure. Go on, you slow turtle. You've got me keyed up now to my top-notchcuriosity. Give us the rest of the yarn," said Paul, eagerly.

  "Yarn! H'm! there you go, making out I'm hatching up a story. But take myword for it, Paul, three fellers are hidin' in the bushes close to yourplace, and expectin' some one to pass along in the dark. They started tojump out at me, and then I heard Ted's voice growlin' to 'em to fadeaway, that it wasn't the right one. Thought I'd just ask you if you couldexplain what it meant. When your mother told me you was over with Jack Isaw a light, and that's what."

  "Well, I'm glad you told me, Bobolink. A good scout is always on thealert to do his comrade a clever turn; and I won't forget this. Thatall?"

  "But now I've told you, Paul, aren't you goin' to slip around the backway, and let them fellers take it out waitin'? Three to one is too much.They'll do you up, and make out 'twas only horseplay. Please give 'em theslip, Paul. We need you in our business, you know."

  "I'll see about it, Bobolink. Thanks, good-bye!" and Paul switched off.

  "Well, what's all this about?" asked Jack, as his chum turned toward him,with a frown on his face, and a gleam in his eye that the other knewstood for grim determination.

  "He says there are three fellows lying in wait in the bushes near myplace, all rigged up in their Hallowe'en toggery; and that he believesthey know I am over at your house. That's all," remarked Paul, with alittle nervous laugh, and a clinching of his hands.

  "Good gracious! you don't say; three of them waiting to pounce on you!Did he seem to know who they were?" asked Jack, looking worried.

  "Well, you might guess that easy enough," replied Paul, scornfully.

  "Ted Slavin and some of his ugly ducklings?"

  "Bobolink says he recognized Ted's voice. And, I suppose my warm friendWard is one of the others. He never loses a chance to get a dig in atme."

  "I don't know," returned Jack, thoughtfully; "to tell the honest truth Ihardly think he can be one of the bunch, because his sister took Arlinehome with her to supper; and I guess Ward couldn't be coaxed out while_she_ is there."

  Paul winced, but said nothing.

  "Oh! well, it doesn't matter much after all. They're a lot of cowards, orelse they wouldn't be concerned in such a low game. You can give them theslip by going around the back way," and Jack chuckled at the thought ofthose silly fellows waiting an hour or two for the expected victim whonever came, and then going home in sheer disgust.

  Paul shook his head.

  "Now, that's just what Bobolink said, too; but I've made up my mind thatI'm not going to sneak home, like a dog with his tail between his legs,"he said, shutting his teeth hard together.

  "You mean that you'll take the street that leads to the front of yourhouse? Oh I well, they'll hardly tackle us when they see there are two,"remarked Jack.

  "And by that you mean you expect to go along. I won't let you do anythingof the kind. Even if they allowed us to pass by, don't you think they'dbe apt to take it out of you when you returned alone? No, I'm yoursuperior officer, and I order you to stop rig
ht here where you belong;do you understand, Jack?"

  "Well," grumbled Jack, shaking his head as if convinced against his will;"I know you too well to try and go up against you when your mind's madeup; but just the same I think it's a mean shame that you won't let mewalk home with you. Think if they did jump out at us what a jolly timewe'd have handing 'em more than they expected."

  "Give it up, old fellow. But I tell you what I can do. You remember thatbaseball bat of mine that's been lying over here so long? I'll carry ithome now, and save you the trouble, thank you," nodded Paul.

  "Bully! a good idea. Here it is behind the door. And Paul, don't sparethe measly bunch; but whack 'em good and hard."