help myself. Serves me right for taking money when I should have
contented myself with my old game of stealing victuals only!"
"Hoo-hoo the camp!" repeated Prescott. "Hoo-hoo!"
"That you, Dick?" came in Darrin's voice.
"Yes; come here on the jump, Dave. And bring the others."
"Where?"
"At the spring."
"Say," remarked Tag shrewdly, "you oughtn't to call a whole crowd
that way. There will be more to get a share in the reward, and
you won't get as much for yourself."
"Oh, bother the reward!" spoke Prescott impatiently. "All I'm
thinking of, Tag, is the bother you've given us, first and last."
"I suppose I always have been a trouble to folks," Tag assented
glumly. "But I'll be game---now that I'm caught."
All the chums save Hazelton came on a run.
"Here's Tag, fellows," Dick hailed them. "He has hurt his ankle
and I guess we'll have to carry him to camp."
"That'll be easy enough," declared broad shouldered Tom Reade.
"I believe I can pick, him up alone."
Tom tried. The feat would have been possible, but it would not
make for the comfort of the injured boy.
"You and I will make a queen's chair," suggested Dick. Then Dave,
Greg and Dan lifted Tag to the seat thus formed.
"You'll find me heavy before you get me far," Tag informed them.
"Pshaw!" retorted Tom.
Greg, running ahead, informed the others in camp who was coming.
The bearers were met by Mr. Page, Hibbert and Colquitt, running
in the order named.
"Here's the boy you want, Mr. Page," called Dick Prescott. "But
look out for his injured ankle, sir."
This last caution was necessary, for the older man, in his eagerness
to embrace the lad whom he believed to be his son, almost crashed
into him.
"So you're my son---my boy, Egbert!" cried the father.
"That's the fairy tale that has been shied at me a good many times
lately," replied Tag gruffly.
Mr. Page fell back, in some astonishment, at this ungracious reception.
Then, understanding, and remembering Tag's unhappy past, he
patted the boy's shoulder.
"That's all right---all right, Egbert," declared the father.
"Perhaps the news has come upon you too suddenly. But you and
I will talk it over. It won't take us long to know each other,
my boy."
As the party came into camp it was noted that Mrs. Bentley and
the girls had withdrawn, returning, through delicacy, to their
own camp. Hazelton, thus released from guard duty at the other
camp, soon came running over.
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