Don't forget to take that, will you?"
"Did you recognize that face, Ralph?" asked the practical scout leader,
turning to the young trapper of the past.
"I think---yes, I'm nearly dead sure it was one of the two men I saw
acting in such a suspicious way this afternoon," came the answer.
"Which one, would you say?" continued Hugh.
"The taller one," came from Ralph without hesitation. "I think you
said he looked a little like the German type, wasn't that about it,
Ralph?"
"Yes, that was what I believed at the time I saw him," replied the
other.
He had already stepped over and picked up his gun. There was a
gleam in his eyes that told of a spirit aroused. Ralph had become
a scout and was to the best of his ability trying to live up to the
duties of one belonging to the organization; but of course there were
times when the old spirit would come to the surface. The present
occasion was one of these moments.
"Let's go outside and look around," Hugh suggested.
"Bully idea!" muttered the impatient Bud; and having no gun to grasp,
he made a lunge for the stout stick which Ralph had been using as a
sort of poker when the fire needed attention.
Hugh did something still more practical.
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