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”You hear soht, when the wind blows,” Blythe re now,” one of the scouts said

”I heard that last night,” said Blythe uneasily; ”or else I drea up the fire, paused, his stick poised, listening ”It's over there,” he said, pointing to the tall dark outline of the windh to turn the fan,” Doc Carson said

”It sounds like sohborhood of that old tower, though perhaps farther off, they could not tell, caled with a plaintive wail, pitched in a higher key

”Spooky,” Westy said

”This is the kind of a place I like,” said Connie

”Only it's nice to have soht, _we're_ here,” Pee-wee said

They did not hear the sound again If one were superstitious he host of so the old forsaken cahosts

They did, however, believe in hunter's stew and they forgot all else as they sat around their ca their new friend by jollying

CHAPTER X

THE FALL OF SCOUT HARRIS

As a ca place, perhaps the old reservation would not have proved a spot to the heart of the woods lover, but it was sequestered and had about it that romance which attaches to deserted habitations that are not tainted by the sordid environs had never been beautiful and it was only the atave them a sort of romantic character

But Nature had not been forced to evacuate the camp area; trees and tiny patches of woodland had res which scouts love and seek had reasserted their supremacy there after the last of the soldiers, and later the arone away

The result was a kind of jumble of man's hurried handiwork and Nature's persistence, and the place, for a while, was a novel, nay even a delightful, spot in which to careeable to any plan, the troop decided that each patrol should have the task of de, and should work under the supervision of its leader, with Blythe as a sort of general overseer

The whole troop, however, bunked in a s because this would not be in process of razing Fro it had been a sort of club or one, as indeed was all theglass in the caood place for their camp and cook fire The little shack had shelves on which the scouts kept their stores They made beds of balsam, scout fashi+on, and slept both in and out-of-doors, as the weather dictated

Roy was cook, as he alas on their troop enterprises In his forages against the stronghold of Chocolate Drop, the professional cook at Temple Carinning negro excelled The unruly flipflop tossed in air, fluttered down into his greasy pan like a tamed bird In Pee-wee's experi on his head

Roy's spirit, indeed, seeive it a flavor all its own His bacon sizzled with joy His coffee bubbled over with mirth His turnovers wore a scout smile His baked potatoes had his oinkle in their eyes His dus were indented withafter their arrival they set to work in real earnest They had not a co their belt-axes, but asthe luh for all So the boards froround pulled the tar-paper and nails from these and made an orderly pile of the the first two or three days and they found it strenuous but neither too difficult nor heavy And as relieved somewhat by the comedy element furnished by Pee-ho rolled off a roof on one occasion while eating a sandwich

”Take the nails out of him, pull the sandwich out of his hands, and pile hi roof ”He's docked thirty cents for the tiency brake,” Westy suggested, as the young Raven claain, sandwich and all, and proceeded working with the sandwich in one hand and a hamood for?” Pee-wee vociferously demanded ”To roll off of?”

”To roll _down_, I said,” Roy answered fro the beams of the next shack