E-text prepared by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team (http://www.pgdp.net) from page images generously made available by Internet Archive (https://archive.org) Note: Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See 57298-h.htm or 57298-h.zip: (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/57298/57298-h/57298-h.htm) or (http://www.gutenberg.org/files/57298/57298-h.zip) Images of the original pages are available through Internet Archive. See https://archive.org/details/scottburtonfores00chey Transcriber’s note: In this book, words and phrases originally in italics are enclosed by underscores _like this_. SCOTT BURTON, FORESTER [Illustration: “Good shot, old man,” he cried to Morgan.] SCOTT BURTON FORESTER by EDWARD G. CHEYNEY Illustrated by Norman Rockwell D. Appleton and Company New York London 1917 Copyright, 1917, by D. Appleton and Company Printed in the United States of America TO MY BROTHER Whose broad-minded views Have had an ever-present influence on my life THIS BOOK IS DEDICATED ILLUSTRATIONS “Good shot, old man,” he cried to Morgan By night they had ... camped within sight of the lights of Red Wing His instinct was to run ... but he stood there too terrified to move He waved his knife threateningly, and tried to warn Scott off SCOTT BURTON, FORESTER CHAPTER I “Hello, Scotty, have you decided yet which one it will be?” Dick Bradshaw called, eagerly, as he ran up the walk to the old Burton home. He had been away for two weeks, and when he left, the selection of a forest school for Scott had been the all absorbing question. “Yes,” Scott answered, “it was decided a week ago. You know there never has been any doubt in my mind. I picked out the Western college in the first place, but father and mother did not want me to go so far away from home. I persuaded them last week that it was the best thing to do, and they consented.” Dick’s face fell. “That means I shall not see you for four years,” he growled. “Oh no, Dick,” Scott answered quickly, “not over three at the most, and possibly not over two. That was what persuaded father and mother to let me go. You see they may give me enough extra credit for that extra high school work and those three years of summer school we took, to enable me to squeeze through in two years. I have sent in my credits, and shall find out when I get there.”