Part 5 (2/2)
”It's the poor guys that sleep _indoors,_” said Roy
”Don' de wind git on ye?”
”Sure--gets all over you; it's fine”
”My father give _ht, and then so your pack”
”Yer what?”
”Your pack--as Dan Beard says”
”Who's he--one o' your crowd?”
”You bet he is 'Fighting your pack' is scrapping with your job--hat can't be helped--kind of See?”
They walked along in silence, Toe contrast with his corounds of the big old-fashi+oned house which crowned the summit of Blakeley's Hill, one of the show places of the town
”Can you jue?” said Roy, as he leaped over it ”This'll be your first sleep outdoors, won't it? If you wake up all of a sudden and hear a kind of growling don't get scared--it's only the trees”
Under a spacious elm, a couple of hundred feet fro-pole near it
”That's where Old Glory hangs out, but she goes to bed at sunset
That's what gives her such rosy cheeks We'll hoist her up and give her the salute in the ”
Near the tent was a sh bench by it and a chair fashi+oned frorocery box Before the entrance stood two poles and on a rough board across these were painted the words, CAMP SOLITAIRE, as Toht of the lantern which Roy held up for a moment
The tent was furnished with a cot, blankets, azines strewn about with BOYS' LIFE on their covers On the central upright was a little shelf with a reflector for the lantern, and close to the pole a rickety steamer chair with a cushi+on or two The place looked very inviting
”Now this out here,” said Roy, ”is nal pedestal You know Westy Martin, don't you? He's patrol leader, and he and I are trying out the Morse code; you'll see ht first, then, later we'll get down to the real fire works
He lives out on the Hillside Road a little way”
The signal pedestal was a little toith a platform on top reached by a ladder
”Doesn't need to be very high, you see, because you can throw a searchlight way up, but we use it daytiht,” Roy added, unwrapping it fro car, but I use it I let ood
”Now for the coffee Sit right down on that parlor chair, but don't lean too far back Like it strong? No? Right you are Wait a ht what you were up against to-night, did you? You're kidnapped and don't know it By the tiood-night to hi? Westy's nearly as high up as we are Now for the fire and then the plum-duff Don't be afraid of it-you can only die once Wish I had so, but my mother turned round near Tom, scaled his hat into the tent, drew his knees up, and breathed a long, exaggerated sigh of fatigue after his fewto ask you? Oh, yes; how'd you get hunk on John Ten on Sissy Bennett's house”
”What?”