Jimmie jumped away from the blaze and held up his hands, bound
tightly together.
"Cut me loose!" he cried. "Are you going to let the wolf come and eat
me?"
"There are no wolves in these mountains," declared one of the men.
"That was a signal of some kind!"
"I've seen wolves since we came in here," Jimmie declared, telling
the exact truth, at that, only the wolves he referred to belonged to
the Wolf Patrol, Boy Scouts of America! "They're fierce wolves, too!"
he added.
Frank crawled back to Ned's side and lay laughing at the commotion
the signal had caused in the little camp. The men hastened their
packing, and one of them who had been about to give Jimmie his
breakfast snatched the bread and bacon away and put them in a pack he
was making up.
"Here!" the boy shouted. "You give me the eats! Think I'm going to
travel over these mountains with me tummy abusing me for not doing
the right thing by it?"
"You're lucky to have any tummy!" snarled one of the men.
"Aw, give the kid his breakfast!" commanded the other.
The men quarreled and growled at each other while the packing was
going on, and Jimmie sat looking around for some sign of the Boy
Scout who had given the signal. In half an hour they were ready, and
then Jimmie was ordered to move on.
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