The Boy Scouts with the Motion Picture Players | Page 4

we find
there's a rival in the field, perhaps we might scare him off in some way.
That wouldn't be such a hard thing to do, when you've got a haunted
house to work with."

"Oh! with my trick of throwing my voice, Hugh," spoke up Monkey
Stallings, "I bet you I could play the ghost racket to beat the band. Just
give me a try-out and see what I can do, Hugh."
"Well, first of all," remarked the scout master, "we had better climb
over the break in the wall here, and find the trail of these two unknown
men. After all it may turn out they are simple country jakes wanting to
take a peep at the mansion they've heard so many queer stories about."
Accordingly the five scouts hastened to clamber across the gap, a feat
requiring little dexterity; though clumsy Billy had to catch his toe
among the stones, and come near pitching headlong down, were it not
for Hugh quickly throwing out his ready arm.
It required little effort to find the tracks beyond the mass of fallen
stones; a mere tyro of a scout could have succeeded in following such a
plain trail, and at that hardly half test his ability along that line.
Bending partly over, the boys kept diligently at work pursuing the
zigzag line of footprints. Evidently the men had picked out the easiest
way to advance. They must have either known where they were going,
or else followed a former path that was not overgrown, and partly
concealed with rank vegetation.
"Look! there's a glimpse of the castle!" whispered Alec, suddenly.
Through the openings in the copse beyond they could see the gray
walls rising up ahead. It was an impressive spectacle. The westering
sun shone on the tower that had been made to look like some old-time
type English masonry, famous in history, with its portcullis, drawbridge,
and surrounding watery ditch known as a "moat."
After silently inspecting the side of the old building thus presented to
their gaze for a minute or so, the boys began to show their former
restlessness.
"The trail keeps right on, Hugh!" whispered Alec, which was as much
as saying that he could see no reason for further delay.

"Listen!" cautioned Arthur.
"Oh! what did you think you heard?" asked Billy, with a gasp.
"It must have been voices somewhere ahead of us," came the answer.
"The men are talking it over, most likely."
"Debating whether they've got the nerve to go a step further and enter
the haunted castle," chuckled Alec. "Let's move on, and get a squint at
the bold trespassers, Hugh."
Accordingly once more the whole party started to move ahead, foot by
foot. All the woodcraft they had managed to pick up in previous
exploits was brought into play as they crept along softly.
"Stop!" Hugh gave the low order, finally.
"I see them, Hugh," announced Alec, eagerly.
"Show me where," begged Billy, pushing himself forward.
A few seconds later Arthur was heard to say disdainfully:
"Why, it looks to me as if they might be only a pair of Weary Willies,
who had wandered up here from tramping the railroad ties. They must
have heard about a fine house lying idle here, and have come to camp
out for a spell. You can see they've got a chicken dangling by the neck,
and some old tomato cans they mean to make coffee in. Whew! but
they are a tough looking pair, I tell you."
Alec looked, and sniffed disdainfully.
"Here's where we're up against it good and hard, fellows," he remarked,
softly. "The question is, do we want to stand for that couple of greasy
hoboes keeping us company while we camp out here in the deserted
castle? Everybody say his mind, and majority rules, you know."
"Excuse me, if you please," muttered Arthur, with a shudder. "I'd
sooner sleep in a pigpen than alongside such human animals as those

unclean hoboes."
"Why," remarked Billy, aghast at the thought, "they might rob us of our
blankets; or worse, of our precious grub, which would be what I'd call a
calamity without equal."
"We've just got to bounce them, that's plain," said Monkey Stallings.
"Hugh, you remember what you the same as promised me?"
"Oh! if you think you can start something that will rid us of the pair,"
the scout master told him, "go to it right away. If you want us to help,
say the word, Monkey."
Already the other was feverishly attacking his pack, which he had
tossed upon the ground. He soon found what he was looking for, to
judge from the satisfied exclamation that passed his lips.
"Tell us what you've got there, Monkey," urged Alec.
"Yes, that's do," added Billy, anxiously, "because we want to be