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Boy Scouts in Northern Wilds

Boy Scouts in Northern Wilds

Fletcher, Archibald Lee

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General Juvenile Fiction

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ISBN10: 1153592924
ISBN13: 9781153592925
Publisher: General Books
Pages: 78
Weight: 0.28
Height: 0.18 Width: 9.01 Depth: 5.98
Language: English
Excerpt: ...walls with little rocks and listening eagerly for further words. At last they came to where a bear skin hung against a crevice. They drew it abide and saw George looking up at them. Vot iss? asked Sandy with a grin. So you heard me in time! The boy's speech was low and indistinct. If we hadn't, we wouldn't be here, answered Sandy. That Beaver call sounded good to us, too! Will observed. What about the tea being drugged? asked Sandy. It put me to sleep in a minute! declared George. My head whirled for a second, and then I was out for the count. I guess he thought he had you laid away for a good long time, suggested Sandy. I reckon I woke up too soon for him, George answered with a faint smile. I heard you boys talking, though you seemed a long way off, and at first I thought it was all a dream. We got a feed in that dream, anyway! laughed Sandy. I tried to cry out but couldn't, George continued. My lips seemed frozen into numbness. I couldn't move hand or foot for a time, but finally I managed to clap the palms of my hands together in the Beaver call, and that seemed to set the blood circulating through my veins. What do you make of it? asked Sandy. If you leave it to me, whispered George, still faint from loss of blood and the effects of the drug, I dope it out that this man who calls himself Antoine is in possession of the Little Brass God, and he has in some way discovered that we are here after it. That's a fact! exclaimed Will, you saw the Little Brass God, too, didn't you? I certainly did! was the reply. Well, was the man who sat before the fire, the same man who gave you the drug? Will went on. Did you see him plainly? I've been wondering about that, George replied. Sometimes I think Antoine is the man who sat before the fire with the ugly Little Brass God leering down at him. Sometimes, I think it was Pierre who sat there. I can't quite make up my mind. If it was Pierre, Will said gravely, the...

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