hing to take place, and I guess it's about time there was
something doing."

"I thought you were going to wait until night before sneaking out with
the despatch," suggested Tommy, eyeing his friend suspiciously.

"When we made those plans," replied Frank with a grin, "I didn't know
how many friends I had in town."

"Is the doctor going with us?" asked Tommy.

"No," was the reply, "we are going with him!"

"Aw, have it your own way," Tommy exclaimed. "I never could get any
satisfaction talking with you!"

The doctor returned to the old blacksmith shop in an hour and called
Frank outside. The two talked together for a moment, and then the boy
called out the wonderful news that they wouldn't even have to run to the
dock; that a carriage was waiting for them!

"Something mighty funny about this!" mused Tommy. "I'd like to know who
that boy is that has such luck in Alaska! Anyone would think he owns the
town, the way things are shaping themselves here!"

A moment later a wagon drawn by a pair of sturdy horses made its
appearance in front of the old blacksmith shop, and the boys took their
seats. As they did so the sound of a pistol shot came from around the
corner and Jamison dashed into view, hatless, coatless, very red in the
face and very excited as to manner.

By his side appeared a man whom the doctor at once recognized as a
Federal officer. He came to a halt when he saw the boys in the wagon.

"Wait!" he commanded, "I have warrants for your arrest!"

CHAPTER XII

ANOTHER LOST "BULLDOG"

The step outside the cabin door halted, and the boys stood silent for a
moment, hardly knowing whether to dispute the stranger's entrance or to
admit him with a show of courtesy.

While they waited, Will glanced at the window and saw the flutter of a
white hand on the pane.

"That's the Boy Scout salute!" he said.

"Another Boy Scout?" whispered Sandy. "I wonder if it rains Boy Scouts
up here in Alaska!"

"I wish there were a thousand here!" George declared.

"I don't care how many Boy Scouts show up just now," Will argued, "but I
would like to know where they all come from!"

There now came a knock on the door and a gruff voice demanded
admittance.

"Shall I open the door?" whispered Will.

"May as well," answered George.

When the door swung open, a stout man of middle age presented himself in
the opening. After casting a keen glance about the interior he stepped
inside and closed the door.

"You