Boy Scouts on Motorcycles - With the Flying Squadron by G. Harvey (George Harvey) Ralphson
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necks in trouble. I wonder what instructions this Rae person will give
Ned?" "Suppose we go inside and see," Frank answered. When the lads reached the interior of the house again Ned and Rae were bending over a road map of the country between Taku and Peking. The visitor was indicating a route with his pencil. "Very well," Ned said, as if fully convinced of the honesty of the other, "now about the private orders. You understand, of course, that I know little concerning the work cut out for me." "You are to receive final instructions at Peking." Ned smiled, but there was something about the smile which told the boys that he was of their way of thinking. "He's on!" Jimmie whispered in Frank's ear. "You bet he is," was the reply. "I'll come here in the morning," the visitor said, looking at his watch, "and go out with you. The chances are that we'll have to make a quick run. Machines in good order?" with a glance at the motorcycles lying against the wall. "We haven't as yet looked them over carefully," Ned lied again, "but presume they are in good shape. As a matter of fact," he continued, hardly able to suppress a smile as Jimmie looked reprovingly at him, "as |
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