er was anything like
it before--there never may be again.

At first many people made the mistake of believing that it was simply a
new military order, and that boys who joined were to be taught the duties
of soldiers, and learned how to fight. They know better now. It is really
the greatest movement for Peace ever started. Not only that, but the lads
who belong to this vast organization are taught how to be manly, self
reliant, brave, courteous, kindly and steadfast.

When you examine the roster of the officers who have loaned their names
to help along the good cause you will find such honored signatures as
those of President William Howard Taft, ex-President Theodore Roosevelt,
and many others dear to the hearts of our boys.

This glorious field opens up a very tempting opportunity for a series of
stirring stories concerning the fortunes of _real_ Boy Scouts, who have
gone into the movement heart and soul, with a desire to excel in all they
undertake; and at the same time enjoy themselves hugely. I only hope and
trust that you may be pleased with what you read in this book, about the
doings of the Red Fox Patrol, of Stanhope Troop, and that the story
will do you much good.

Yours faithfully,

George A. Warren.

THE BANNER BOY SCOUTS

CHAPTER I

A MEETING IN THE BARN

"All here now, Paul!"

"Call the roll, somebody, won't you?"

"Keep quiet, fellows, please!"

"Shall I strike a match, Paul?"

"Not on your life, Bobolink. That crowd of Ted Slavin's is out, looking
for us. Somebody must have leaked, or else Ted was tipped off. We've got
to be mighty cautious, I tell you, if we want to give them the slip."

"S-s-say, d-d-don't you k-k-know we've got a fi-fine b-b-barn on our
p-p-place, fellows?"

"For goodness sake; won't somebody please pound Bluff Shipley on the
back, and make him bite his twisted tongue, so he can talk straight?"
cried a pleading voice.

"Listen!"

There must have been a streak of authority in the tone used by Paul
Morrison when he spoke this last word; every one of the other six boys
crouched there, craning his neck, and listening to catch the unusual
sound that had apparently reached the trained ears of their leader.

The woods surrounded the boys on all sides, gloomy, and full of
mystifying noises.

Yet Paul knew full well just what every one of the sounds meant. An owl
called mournfully to its mate from a hollow tree. Katydids and merry
crickets added their s