Tom Slade on Mystery Trail by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
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except a cricket, two beetles and a cow that belongs on the Hasbrook
farm. Don't mind if I stroll along with you a little way, do you? My name is Willetts--Hervey Willetts. I'm with that troop from Massachusetts. I'm an Eagle Scout--_all but_." "But's a pretty big word," Tom said. "You said it," Hervey Willetts said, still wrestling with his breath; "it's the biggest word in the dictionary." CHAPTER IV HERVEY LEARNS SOMETHING They strolled on through the woods together, the younger boy's gayety and enthusiasm showing in pleasing contrast to Tom's stolid manner. He was a wholesome, vivacious boy, this Willetts, with a breeziness which seemed to captivate even his sober companion, and if Tom had felt any slight annoyance at being thus overhauled by a comparative stranger, the feeling quickly passed in the young scout's cheery company. "They told me down in camp that if I need a guide, philosopher, and friend, I'd better run you down, or up----" "If you'd gone a little to the left you'd have found it easier," Tom |
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