Tom Slade on Mystery Trail by Percy Keese Fitzhugh
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"I haven't been inside Council Shack in three weeks," Hervey said. "I don't know what it looks like inside that shanty. I'm not strong on exhibitions. I'll take a squint at it when we go down." "The highest honor, that's the Eagle award, isn't it?" Skinny asked. "I suppose so," Hervey said; "a fellow can't get any higher than the top unless he has an airplane." "Can he get higher than the top if he has a balloon?" Skinny wanted to know. "Never you mind about balloons. What we're after now is the second-class scout badge, and we're going to get it if we have to kill a couple of councilmen." "Did you ever kill a councilman?" "No, but I will, if Alf McCord, second-class scout, doesn't get his badge. I feel just in the humor. Go on now, chase yourself up the line a ways and then come back. I'll be waiting at the garden gate." "What gate?" "I mean here on this log." "Do you know Tom Slade?" "You bet." |
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