Chapter VI

"Oh! no, it isn't that bad a case," laughed Paul, amused. "We ought
to be able to handle things without going to such extremes.
Besides, you know, I carried a number of those stout sticks into
the gym the other day, and William amused himself fastening a lot
of cloth around them, so that they look like the stuffed club we
used in the ministrel [minstrel] show last Winter. William is just
itching to use one on some poor wretch. Perhaps he might get the
chance to-night. So-long, Jack."

"I'm afraid so," returned his comrade, slowly; "and just as like as
not they expect to give us trouble while we're in camp. Well," and
his voice took on a vein of determination that told how he was
aroused at the thought of what might happen; ["]there must be a
limit to even the forbearance of a scout, you know; and if they
push us too far, we will have to teach them a lesson!"

"Where's Bobolink?" demanded the leader,[.]

According [Accordingly] he now took a little piece of wood out of
his pocket, also a steel nail, and with the latter tapped several
times upon the bit of veneering. Immediately they saw the sitting
boy begin to fumble, as thought [though] he might be getting
something out of his pocket. Then came an answering series of
staccato taps, soft yet clear.

"I'm your candy!'["] came the reply, as the figure stood up at
attention.