The Boy Scouts of the Flying Squadron

Boy Scouts of the Flying
Squadron, by Robert Shaler

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Title: The Boy Scouts of the Flying Squadron
Author: Robert Shaler
Release Date: July 19, 2004 [EBook #12947]
Language: English
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THE BOY SCOUTS OF THE FLYING SQUADRON by Scout Master
Robert Shaler

CONTENTS
CHAPTERS
I. The Two Wolf Patrol Boys II. A Camp Supper III. The Mysterious
Explosion IV. Reading a "Sign" by Torchlight V. The "Fool-Proof"
Aeroplane VI. A Red Letter Day in the Woods VII. Bud's Meteor VIII.
Uncle Sam's Flying Squadron IX. Friends in Khaki X. Up in a War
Monoplane XI. Good-By to the Foreign Spies XII. Home Again
CHAPTER I
THE TWO WOLF PATROL BOYS
"I want to own up that I'm pretty nearly all in and done for!"
"Same here, Bud. The going was tough over that frozen side of old
Stormberg mountain. Then we are carrying such loads into the
bargain."
"For one, I'm glad we are nearly there, Hugh."
"Yes, another steady pull and we ought to strike the shanty. We aimed
to get to it by nightfall, you remember, Bud."
"Yes, and after eating such a big Thanksgiving dinner, we've been
pretty spry to accomplish all we have. Why, I haven't had a pull
anything like this since we broke camp last summer up at Pioneer
Lake!"
"And we never could have done it only for the lift we got from Farmer
Badgely, going home from market. That put us some miles on the way.
If you've rested enough, Bud, perhaps we would better be on the move
again. The sun is getting close to the diving line, you notice."
"Here goes, then!"
With these words Bud Morgan, first-class scout and one of the leading

boys in the Wolf Patrol, inserted his arms in the loops of the pack he
was handling, and managed to heave it on to his sturdy back.
His companion did likewise, for each of them was "toting" much more
than the customary amount of luggage that a scout on the hike would
carry with him.
This comrade was an agile chap, about the same weight as Bud, but
with a wide-awake expression on his face that let everybody know in
the start that he was one of those born leaders who forge to the front
through circumstances often beyond their control.
Hugh Hardin was not only leader of the Wolf Patrol. Sometimes he had
been deputized to act in place of the regular scout master of the troop,
when Lieutenant Denmead and Assistant Rawson chanced to be called
away and could not serve. So well had Hugh carried out his task on
such occasions, it was generally accepted as a foregone conclusion that
in case the latter officer resigned, as he had lately given hints of doing,
Hugh would be elected in his stead. There might be a few boys in the
troop, now consisting of four patrols, who would prefer to see Alec
Sands, leader of the Otters, placed in that elevated position, but his
popularity was confined to his particular chums, while that of Hugh
embraced members of every patrol.
On this day, Hugh and Bud had started from home immediately after
partaking of a glorious Thanksgiving feast. As all preparations had
been made for this trip up into the wilderness many miles above the
home town, it was evident that they had a particular object in view;
which, in fact, was the case.
Bud Morgan was rather given to conjuring up new and sometimes
startling inventions. These he usually tried upon some of his mates and
not always in a fashion to add to their peace of mind, either. On more
than one occasion in the past they had been suddenly confronted by
some innovation that for the moment rather demoralized the valiant
wearers of the scout khaki.
Bud had not been very successful in his wonderful inventions. They

were apt to disappoint him in the severe testing out. Theory might be
all very well, but when it came to practice there was generally a screw
loose in his figuring that could not be tightened; and, in consequence,
trouble often perched on Bud's shoulders.
During the late summer and early autumn he had been working on
some idea that seemed to have taken hold of his mind to a greater
extent than any previous effort had ever done. His chums