Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net TOM SLADE AT TEMPLE CAMP By PERCY K. FITZHUGH Author of THE TOM SLADE BOOKS THE ROY BLAKELEY BOOKS THE PEE-WEE HARRIS BOOKS Published with the approval of THE BOY SCOUTS OF AMERICA WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO. RACINE, WISCONSIN ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Copyright, MCMXVII GROSSET & DUNLAP Printed in the United States of America ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TABLE OF CONTENTS I. ROY'S SACRIFICE 1 II. INDIAN SCOUT SIGN 10 III. PEE-WEE AND MARY TEMPLE 19 IV. TOM AND ROY 25 V. FIRST COUP OF THE MASCOT 32 VI. THE SHELTER 52 VII. THE "GOOD TURN" 70 VIII. BON VOYAGE! 79 IX. THE MYSTERY 94 X. PEE-WEE'S ADVENTURE 110 XI. TRACKS AND TRAILING 124 XII. THE LONG ARM OF THE SCOUT 136 XIII. TEMPLE CAMP 150 XIV. HERO CABIN 165 XV. COWARD 177 XVI. OSTRACIZED 188 XVII. THE WINNING OF THE GOLDEN CROSS 197 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER I ROY'S SACRIFICE "Rejected by a large majority--I mean, elected by a large majority." Roy Blakeley gathered up the ballots in his two hands, dropped them into the shoe box and pushed the box across the table to Mr. Ellsworth as if the matter were finally settled. "Honorable Roy Blakeley," he added, "didn't even carry his own patrol." This humiliating confession, offered in Roy's gayest manner, was true. The Silver Foxes had turned from their leader and, to a scout, voted for Tom Slade. It was hinted that Roy himself was responsible for this, but he was a good politician and would not talk. There was also a dark rumor that a certain young lady was mixed up in the matter and it is a fact that only the night before Roy and Mary Temple had been seen in earnest converse on the wide veranda at Grantley Square by Pee-wee Harris, who believed that a scout should be observant. Be this as it may, Tom had carried his own patrol, the Elks, unanimously, and the Silver Foxes had voted for him like instructed delegates, while among the proud and dignified Ravens there had been but one dissenting vote. Someone had cast this for Pee-wee Harris, the Silver Fox mascot and the troop's chief exhibit. But, of course, it was only a joke. The idea of Pee-wee going away as assistant camp manager was preposterous. Why, you could hardly see him without a magnifying glass.