The Boy Scouts in a Trapper's Camp

Contents


I. AN INTERRUPTED DREAM

II. PAT SEES WHITE MAGIC

III. THE BLUE TORTOISE PATROL

IV. "HELP!"

V. OFF FOR WOODCRAFT

VI. SNOW-SHOES AND FISH

VII. ON THE TRAIL

VIII. ALEC HINTS AT DARK THINGS

IX. SNOWBOUND

X. LIFE ON THE FUR TRAILS

XI. CHRISTMAS IN SMUGGLERS' HOLLOW

XII. A DEER YARD

XIII. POACHERS

XIV. THE SILVER FOX

XV. SPARRER'S TEMPTATION

XVI. THE CONFERENCE

XVII. THE CAMP OF THE POACHERS

XVIII. SMOKING OUT THE INDIAN

XIX. SPARRER SAVES THE SKIN

XX. THE BLACK FOX IS SOLD




ILLUSTRATIONS


HE SAW SOMETHING MOVE

HE JOTTED DOWN THE NUMBER

ONCE MORE THEY BUCKLED DOWN TO THE TASK

NOT TEN FEET AWAY WAS A BIG BUCK

FOR A FEW SECONDS HE STOOD MOTIONLESS




The Boy Scouts in a Trapper's Camp




CHAPTER I

AN INTERRUPTED DREAM


Walter Upton pushed aside books and papers, yawned, stretched, yawned
again, then settled back in his chair comfortably, his hands clasped
behind his head.

"I'm glad that vacation is only one week off," he murmured. "School is
all right, and I know I'm going to be mighty sorry when school-days end
for good. Just the same, this infernal grind to get a scholarship does
get a fellow's goat sometimes. If I don't win it I don't see how I can
go to college next year unless I can find some way to earn the money.
Poor old Dad! That slump in stocks pretty nearly bowled him over. Lucky
I thought of this scholarship when he tried to tell me that unless
business picked up he couldn't send me to college next year. It sure
did me good to see the shine in his eyes when I told him about this and
that I was going to win it. He's a great old scout, and I'm going to get
it now if for nothing more than to see that shine in his eyes again. My,
but it's a tough old grind! Wonder how it would seem to go to a prep
school like Hal Harrison and not have to think about money and where it
is going to come from. I guess scholarships don't bother Hal any. Wonder
if he is coming home for the Christmas winter vacation."

Idly Walter allowed his eyes to wander over the walls of his den. It was
a snug little room, simply furnished with a spring cot, which was a bed
by night and a couch by day, a desk, a deep-cushioned Morris chair, a
revolving desk chair, a foot-rest and two well filled bookcases. The
walls were covered with photographs. Nearly all of them were of outdoor
scenes, most of them of his own taking, for he was an expert with the
camera. A number were enlargements neatly framed. Among these was the
famous flashlight made during his first summer at Woodcraft Camp which
had furnished the evidence to put Red Pete, the outlaw and poacher,
behind the bars. There, too, were the splendid portraits (they were
nothing less) of the bull moose of Swift River, a lasting tribute to the
nerve of Plympton, the tenderfoot comrade of that memorable cruise.