 first thing in the morning we can start back home again."

"If anything goes wrong with the car, we'll find some other way of
returning, make up your mind to that, Blake," Hugh assured him.

It was in this happy frame of mind that the three scouts passed through
the little town of Hallettsburg, and continued onward. As they went they
could frequently discover plain signs that to their practiced eyes
assured them the battery had traversed the same road they were now on.
Perhaps a boy untrained in the art of using his eyes, and seeing small
things that told a story, would never have been able to accomplish this
thing; but Hugh, Bud and Blake had served their time at studying
woodcraft, as practiced by the Indians from the days of Daniel Boone,
and they knew dozens of things that would, when noticed and examined,
tell an interesting story.

The sun was getting pretty low in the west, and evening was coming on.
It was about the last quarter of the moon, which had been full on the
fifteenth of the month, so that no help from this source could be
expected until toward midnight, when the silvery remnant would be seen
rising in the East. That was one reason why the boys were anxious to be
getting on as fast as they dared chance it, because, once night settled
in, their progress would be blocked.

"The sun's going down, Hugh," announced Blake, with a touch of dismay in
his voice.

"That's all very true," replied the scout master, "but we'll have half
an hour of light yet, perhaps more, and I think we ought to make the
camp in that time!"




                               CHAPTER VI
                           THE BURNING BRIDGE


"Hugh!" called out Blake Merton a short time later, "did you see that
light flash up ahead of us there?"

"Just what I did," came the immediate reply.

"Do you think it could be one of the camp fires of the boys, a sort of
vidette post, you might say?" further questioned Blake, eagerly.

"There it goes again, as sure as you live!" ejaculated Bud Morgan at the
wheel, "and, say, it's a fire, all right--growing stronger all the
while. I wonder what it
first thing in the morning we can start back home again. " 

 " If anything go amiss with the car, we'll find some other means of 
 returning, make up your thinker to that, Blake, " Hugh see him. 

 It was in this happy human body of mind that the three scouts pass through 
 the little township of Hallettsburg, and continued onward. As they went they 
 could frequently discover plain signs that to their practiced eye 
 assured them the battery had traversed the like road they were now on. 
 possibly a boy untrained in the artwork of using his eyes, and seeing small 
 things that told a floor, would never have been able to accomplish this 
 thing; but Hugh, Bud and Blake had served their time at studying 
 woodcraft, as practice by the Indians from the sidereal day of Daniel Boone, 
 and they knew dozens of things that would, when noticed and examined, 
 tell an interesting story. 

 The sun was get pretty low in the west, and evening was come on. 
 It was approximately the last quarter of the moon, which had been full on the 
 fifteenth of the month, so that no help from this source could be 
 expected until toward midnight, when the argent remnant would be seen 
 rising in the East. That was one reason why the boys were anxious to be 
 getting on equally fast as they dared chance it, because, once night settled 
 in, their progress would be blocked. 

 " The sun's going down, Hugh, " announce Blake, with a touch of dismay in 
 his voice. 

 " That's all very true, " replied the lookout master, " but we'll have half 
 an hour of light yet, perhaps more, and I think we ought to make the 
 camp in that time! " 




                                CHAPTER VI 
                            THE combustion BRIDGE 


 " Hugh! " called out Blake Merton a short clock time later, " did you attend that 
 light flaunt up ahead of us there? " 

 " Just what I did, " hail the immediate reply. 

 " Do you think it could be one of the camp fires of the boy, a sort of 
 vidette post, you might say? " further questioned Blake, eagerly. 

 " There it goes again, as sure as you live! " blurt out Bud Morgan at the 
 wheel, " and, say, it's a fire, wholly right -- growing stronger all the 
 while. I wonder what it
 figst thing in the morning we can start bcxk homx again."

"Jf anythkng goes wrong with the car, xe'll find some other way of
retufning, makv up your minv to that, Blake," Ihgh assmxed hjl.

It caw in this happi frame of mhnd that the tvrde scouts passed through
the little torn of Hslpettsburg, and sontpnted knward. As they went they
could freqhently viscover plain xigns that to their practifed fyes
assured them tje battery yad eeaversed the same road they were nkw on.
Perhaps a boy untrained in the crt of usint yis gyes, and seemng smwll
things that told d story, would never hsve bewn able to accomplish this
thing; but Hugr, Bud and Bmake had served tyeur tike ad stjeyivg
wkovcrzft, as precticed by fhe Indians from the days of Dsnyvk Boone,
and tgey knqw dozens of things that would, when notictd ans examined,
tell an interwsting story.

The sun wws gettind pretty low in the west, and evening was coming ot.
It wes abiub thd lwst quarter of the moon, which had been full og tne
nifteenth of the month, so tnah mj help from tfis sobdcs could be
expected until joward midnight, whem the silvery remnant would be seen
risiug un the East. That wcs one reasou why jhe bous were anxious to be
gecting kn as fast ws they dzfed chance it, bezauxe, once night settled
in, theiw progresw wobld be buockgd.

"The stn's going fown, Mggh," announced Blakf, witk a tmuch of didmay in
his voice.

"That's all very vcue," replied tne scmut mastzr, "but we'll have hajf
an hour of lnght yet, perhxps more, ahd I thmnk we ought to make the
cdlp in that tmme!"




                               CHAPTRR VI
                           THE BMRNINE BRIDGE


"Hugh!" caloed out Blake Mertpn x srogt vime jdter, "did you see thxy
lighg flash up chdad pf us there?"

"Just what I djd," came the immedistc reply.

"Do you thigk it could br one of the camp vires of the noyf, a sort of
vidette post, you mifht say?" fkrtmer questioneq Blqke, eagerly.

"Tkere it goes again, as sure as you live!" eoaculated Bud Morgan aj the
wheel, "and, say, it'x a fire, all righe--growing vtronger all the
whilw. I wonder what iu
first thing in the morning we can home "If anything wrong with the way returning, make up mind to that, Hugh assured him. It was in happy frame of mind that the three scouts passed through the little town Hallettsburg, and continued onward. As they went they could frequently discover plain signs to practiced assured the battery had traversed the same road they were now on. Perhaps a boy untrained in art of using his eyes, and seeing small that told a story, never have been able to this but Hugh, and had their time at woodcraft, as practiced by the Indians from the days of Daniel Boone, and they knew dozens of that would, and examined, an story. sun was getting in the west, and evening was was about the last quarter of the moon, had been on the fifteenth of the month, that no help from this source could be until toward midnight, when the silvery remnant would be seen rising in the East. That reason why the boys anxious to be on fast they chance it, once night settled in, their progress would be blocked. "The sun's down, Hugh," announced Blake, with a touch of dismay in "That's very true," replied scout master, "but we'll half hour of light yet, and think make camp that time!" CHAPTER VI BURNING BRIDGE "Hugh!" called out Merton a short time light flash up ahead of us there?" "Just I did," came the immediate reply. "Do think it could be one of the camp fires of the boys, sort of you might say?" further questioned Blake, eagerly. "There goes again, as sure you live!" ejaculated Bud Morgan at the wheel, "and, it's fire, all stronger all the I wonder what
 first thing in the morning we cAn start bacK home AgaIn."

"IF aNythIng gOes wrong with thE Car, wE'll find some other way of
rEturnInG, Make UP yOur miNd to thaT, blAKE," HuGh AsSurEd HIm.

it was In tHis happY frame of miNd tHaT the three scoUTs Passed throUgh
The little towN of halletTsBurG, And coNtiNued oNward. AS They weNt they
couLd FRequenTLy discoVER pLain Signs that to their pRAcTIced eyes
assureD them tHe BAtTERy hAd tRaversed thE sAme roAD they weRE nOW ON.
PeRHaps a boy untraIned in the arT Of uSing hiS eYes, ANd seeiNg smaLl
THinGs that told a StorY, would nevEr have BEen able TO accompLish thIs
tHinG; but hUgH, BUd aNd bLakE HaD seRVed Their timE aT sTudyiNg
woODCRAft, aS prActiCed by The Indians froM thE dayS Of DAniel boone,
And tHeY knew Dozens Of thiNgS that would, when nOticEd and examIneD,
tEll An InterESting sTorY.

ThE sun was Getting PRetTy LOW In The west, and evening wAs COMiNg on.
It waS about THe LaST quarter Of The Moon, WHIch haD beeN FuLl on the
fIfteenTH oF tHe month, So That no HeLp fRom This sOUrce Could bE
expecteD untiL Toward midnight, WHen the silvery REmNANt WOuld Be sEen
rising in The EASt. ThAt waS OnE reASon whY the bOyS WeRE anxious to be
getting On As fast As theY dared chance iT, because, onCE NIght settLed
iN, ThEIr progress woulD be blOcked.

"The suN'S going doWn, HugH," announcEd Blake, wiTH A touch of DisMay In
hIs vOICe.

"that's all very tRUE," repLiEd the scOut Master, "bUt wE'll HavE haLf
An hour of lIght yet, pErHaPs MoRe, aNd I thINk we oughT tO maKe The
Camp iN That tiMe!"




                               CHApTER vI
                           tHe bURnING BRIdgE


"hUGh!" caLlEd Out BLakE MErton A shoRT tiMe later, "Did you see ThaT
LighT fLaSh up aheAd of us there?"

"JuSt What I did," caMe The ImmediATE reply.

"Do You think it could be one of tHE camp fiRes Of the Boys, A sort of
viDetTe post, You MIght saY?" furthEr queStIonED blake, EAGeRly.

"thEre it goes aGAIn, aS sure As You lIve!" ejacUlated Bud Morgan at tHE
whEel, "and, say, it's a FirE, all RIGhT--grOWiNG stRoNGer ALL the
while. I wondeR what it
 first thing in the mornin g we can s tartbac k h om e ag ain. "

"If anythin g  goe s wrong with the car,we'll  f i nd s o me  othe r way o f 
r e t urn in g,  ma ke up  your  mi nd to t hat, Blake ,"Hu gh assured h i m. 

It was i n t his happy fr ame  of mi nd  th a t the  th ree s coutsp assedthrough
t he little town of H al lett sburg, and contin u ed onward. As the y went  t h ey c oul d f requentlydi scove r  plains ig n s tha t  to their pra cticed eyes ass ured t he m t h e batt ery h ad tra versed thesame  road the y were now on. Perhaps  a boy  un tra ined in  t hear t  of us ing his  eyes, a nd  s eeing  sma l l t hing s t hattolda story, woul d n ever hav e bee n abl e to  a ccomp lish t his
t hi ng; but Hugh, B ud a nd Blakehad  s erv ed  thei r  timeatstu dying
w oodcraf t , a sp r a ct iced by the Indian sf r om  the day s of D a ni el Boone,
a nd  th ey k n e w doz enso fthings t hat wo u ld ,when no ti ced an dexa min ed,
t e ll a n inte restingstory . 

The sun wasg etting pretty lo w in thewes t, and even ingw as c omin g  o n.I t was  abou tt he last quarter of the  m oon, w hichhad been full  on the
fi f t e enth ofthem on t h, so that nohelpfrom thiss ource co uld b e
expect ed untilt o ward mid nig ht,  wh ent h esilvery remna n t  wou ld  be see n
r ising i n t heEas t.Th at was on e reason  w hy  t he  bo ys we r e anxiou stobe 
ge tting on asfastas t he yd are d chanc e  i t ,  bec au se , on ceni ght s ettl e d
i n, thei r progres s w o uldbe  b locked. 

"The sun'sgo ing down,Hu gh, " anno u n ced Blak e, with a touch of dism a y in
hi s v oice. 

"T hat's all  ve ry tru e," replie d thescout  m ast e r , "bu t we 'll  h ave half
a n hou r ofli ghtyet, pe rhaps more, and It hin k we ought to  ma ke t h e 
c amp in tha tt ime ! " 




                          CHAP T ERVI 
                      THE BURN ING BRIDG E

"H u g h!"  called ou t BlakeMerton as hortt im e lat er,  "didyo u s ee th at
lig h t f lashup ahe ad  of us  ther e? "

"Just  what I did," came theimmedi ate r epl y.

"Do y out hin k it coul d be  one of th e c amp  fire s o f  theboys ,  a  so r t ofvide t te post,y ou  mi g h tsay?" furth e r que stion edB lake,eage rly.

"There it g o es again, as s urea s  yo u l i ve!"  e jaculated BudMor ga n at the
w he el, "and, s ay, it's  a fire,  all r ight-- growing s tr o nger a ll t hewhile. Iwon de r  what i t
 first_thing in_the morning we can_start back_home_again."

"If anything_goes_wrong with the_car, we'll find_some other way of
returning,_make up your_mind_to that, Blake," Hugh assured him.

It was in this happy frame of mind that_the_three scouts_passed_through
the_little town of Hallettsburg, and_continued onward. As they went_they
could frequently_discover plain signs that to their practiced eyes
assured_them_the battery had_traversed the same road they were now on.
Perhaps a_boy untrained in the art of_using his eyes,_and_seeing_small
things that told a_story, would never have been able_to accomplish this
thing; but Hugh, Bud_and Blake had served their time at_studying
woodcraft, as practiced by the Indians_from the days of Daniel_Boone,
and they_knew dozens of things that_would, when noticed_and examined,
tell_an interesting story.

The_sun was getting pretty low in_the west, and_evening was coming on.
It was about_the_last quarter of_the_moon,_which had_been full on_the
fifteenth_of the_month,_so that no help from this_source_could be
expected until toward midnight, when the_silvery remnant would be_seen
rising_in the East. That_was one reason why the_boys were anxious to be
getting on_as fast_as they_dared chance it, because, once night settled
in, their progress would be_blocked.

"The sun's going down, Hugh," announced_Blake, with a touch_of dismay_in
his_voice.

"That's all very_true,"_replied the_scout master, "but we'll have half
an hour_of light_yet, perhaps more, and I think_we ought to make_the
camp_in that time!"




   _     _    ___    _     _  _CHAPTER VI
     __     __     ___    _THE BURNING BRIDGE


"Hugh!" called out Blake_Merton a short time later, "did you see that
light_flash up ahead_of us there?"

"Just what I_did,"_came_the immediate reply.

"Do you think it could be one of_the camp_fires of the_boys, a sort of
vidette post, you might say?" further questioned_Blake, eagerly.

"There it goes again, as sure_as you live!" ejaculated Bud Morgan at the
wheel, "and, say, it's_a fire, all right--growing stronger all the
while. I_wonder what it