the cave on foot.

Immediately upon their arrival activities began. Mr. Dickle formed them
in line and marched them up beside the big automobile truck that stood in
the middle of the road. Here each lad was given a flintlock rifle and
sent over to the mouth of the cave, where Ethan Allen and a half-dozen
Green Mountain Boys were waiting, seated about a camp fire.

"Now, boys," said the manager, when all had been served with guns and had
taken their places, "those weapons of yours are only dummies. I don't
want you lads fooling with powder even in a sham battle. I won't be
responsible for your eyes. My regular actors will do all the firing
necessary, and they will make smoke enough to cover the film. All I want
you fellows to do is aim and pull the trigger. Are you ready now,
gentlemen? Camera!"

Mr. Dickle stood with his feet apart, megaphone in hand, in the middle of
the road. The camera man had set up his tripod on the rear end of the
motor truck, which was held on the very brink of the grade by its brakes.
At the word "Camera" he began to turn the crank of his machine rapidly,
and almost before they knew it the Boy Scout Engineers were being
photographed as part of a real feature film.

Action followed swiftly. While the lads were sitting about the fire an
Indian came out of the woods. It was Neshobee, the friendly Red Man of
Judge Thompson's story. He advanced to Ethan Allen, his hand extended
aloft as a sign of friendship. Then he began to talk, pointing into the
bushes and up toward the leaves of the trees. Instantly the Green
Mountain Boys were alert!

"The Red Coats and the Sheriff!" snapped Allen, and every man was
crouching, gun in hand, waiting for the attack. A Red Coat appeared in
the bushes!

Up went a dozen muskets, and the next instant there was a thundering
roar! The Red Coat disappeared! But others came! They bobbed up
everywhere! Behind bushes and trees! From rocks and logs they sprang,
advancing and firing in apparently deadly earnestness! The roar of the
musketry was deafening! Bruce and his chums were thrilled with
enthusiasm, and they snapped their guns at every enemy in sight! On came
the Red Coats and the Indians with the Sheriff of New York leading them!
They advanced into the open, firing deliberately at the little group of
defenders about the cave! But their fire was answered with interest, and
soldiers and Indians were stumbling and falling in all directions!