The Young Wireless Operator—As a Fire Patrol - The Story of a Young Wireless Amateur Who Made Good as a Fire Patrol by Lewis E. Theiss
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"Let's watch and see."
But in a moment the approaching party caught sight of them. "Good-morning, boys," said the man with the note-book. "Out for trout?" "Surest thing you know," replied Lew. "But we've had hard luck. We intended to fish in the valley back of us. It used to be a fine place for trout. But it's been burned over and there are no trout left." "I know," said the man. "I've seen it. Be careful with your fires, boys. We don't want any more of this fine timber burned." "Are you a forest-ranger, too?" asked Charley eagerly. "No; I'm the forester. I have charge of this forest." "Why, I thought you were at headquarters with your fire crew," cried Charley, hardly realizing what he was saying. The man looked at him sharply. "I ought to be and I wish I were," he said. "I don't like this a bit. But I was ordered by the Commissioner to send in an immediate estimate on the amount of timber in this stand. There's a big sale on and they have to know how much there is to sell." He paused and then added: "How in the world did you know I was supposed to be at headquarters with the fire crew?" "A ranger told us so. We met him over in the other valley. He said he wished he was with you." "Oh! That would be Morton," said the forester. "I sent him out on patrol |
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