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The Banner Boy Scouts - Or, The Struggle for Leadership by George A. Warren
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"Wait, Mr. Growdy!" Paul hastened to exclaim.

The old man laughed harshly as he flourished the whip. Perhaps he had
never struck a boy before in all his life, and hardly knew how to begin;
but his temper was plainly disturbed, and he meant to make a start.

"What should I wait fur, when I cort ye in the very act? Paint my
critters red, white an' blue, will ye? P'raps ye wanted to pull all the
feathers out o' my flock o' chickens this time, an' think it funny. Sarve
ye right if I gi'e ye a dozen stripes!"

"Mr. Growdy, I did you a favor once!" said the prisoner of the trap,
wishing to keep the old man as long as possible from starting operations.

"Say ye so? Wall, this wipes it out then. Who air ye, anyway?"

The farmer bent lower, and thrust his lantern so that its light would
fall upon the face of the boy. Immediately he uttered a grunt, for it was
plain that he had recognized his captive.

"So, it's ye, is it, Paul Morrison? This is some surprise, seein' as
ye're the last boy I'd expect to be up ter sech meanness. What d'ye think
yer father'll say w'en he hears 'bout this?"

"I guess he'll laugh, and say it was about the cutest trick ever played
on you, Mr. Growdy," came the immediate answer; "but please get me down
from this. Perhaps the blood will all run to my head. Tie my hands if you
want, and fix it so I can't run away; but I couldn't stand this long."

"So ye think yer father'd larf, do ye? I never wud 'a' b'lieved Doctor
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