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 ONPICKET DUTY,” ETC., ETC.
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
Copyright, 1914,
BY
HURST & COMPANY
“How-oo-ooo!”
This weird sound, supposed to be very muchlike the mournful howl of the timber wolfheard on a wintry night in the wilderness,caused the boy on the bicycle to laugh softlyto himself as he looked up.
After running an errand for his mother toone of the farmers’ wives, he had been pedalingcarelessly along up the dusty road.
A couple of fellows of about his own age, oneof whom was inclined to be rather stout, werecoming along a side road, making frantic motionsfor him to wait until they arrived; theboy chuckled again.
“Seems like Billy is getting that signal cryof the Wolf Patrol down pretty pat,” he toldhimself, as he dropped off his wheel at thejunction of the two roads to await the arrivalof his friends, both of whom wore the well-knownkhaki uniforms of the scouts, just as thelone rider did.
A minute later and they, too, dismounted,one gracefully, and the other with the awkwardnessthat usually accompanies the heavy-weightboy. Both of them were apparentlypleased at having run across their comrade atjust that particular time.
“Hello! Hugh!” called out the stout boy, “westopped in at your house, and they told us you’dgone out to Farmer Benton’s on an errand foryour mother. So Arthur said we might runacross you heading for home, which we surehave done.”
“That’s right, Chief,” added