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In the first volume in the abidingly popular Outdoor Chums series, loyal pals Jerry, Will, Frank, and Bluff take off on a motorcycle tour and camping trip. Before long, however, a strange visitor to the camp ensnares the Chums in a perplexing mystery.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 mai 2015
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776589272
Langue	English

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THE OUTDOOR CHUMS
THE FIRST TOUR OF THE ROD, GUN AND CAMERA CLUB
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CAPTAIN QUINCY ALLEN

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The Outdoor Chums The First Tour of the Rod, Gun and Camera Club Epub ISBN 978-1-77658-927-2 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77658-928-9 © 2014 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
Contents
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Chapter I - Planning the Campaign Chapter II - Ready for the Start Chapter III - The Race for a Camp-Site Chapter IV - Under the Twin Hemlocks Chapter V - The First Camp Supper Chapter VI - Bluff Meets with a Loss Chapter VII - The Shack of the Muskrat Trapper Chapter VIII - Where is Bluff? Chapter IX - Jerry Takes Chances Chapter X - Uncle Toby Flies High Chapter XI - A Night Alarm Chapter XII - The Tell-Tale Match-Safe Chapter XIII - The Coming of the Storm Chapter XIV - How Jerry was Treed Chapter XV - In a Bear's Hollow Chapter XVI - Heaping Coals of Fire on His Head Chapter XVII - After the Storm Chapter XVIII - A Strange Visitor in Camp Chapter XIX - Surprising Trapper Jesse Chapter XX - Proving His Claim Chapter XXI - Down the Old Shaft Chapter XXII - "Look Pleasant, Please!" Chapter XXIII - More Signs of Trouble Chapter XXIV - What Bluff Did Chapter XXV - Breaking Camp
Chapter I - Planning the Campaign
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"Great news, Jerry! The storm last night damaged the roof of the academyso that it has been condemned as unsafe. And the Head has decided thatthere can be no school held for two weeks."
"So Watkins was just telling me. He says most of the outside students areto be sent home again until repairs can be made. And I was just thinkingthat while I'm sorry for the Head, it opens up a jolly good prospect forsome of us."
"How's that, Jerry? For myself, I was just feeling glad to be back at mydesk again, after vacation, and now it's knock around again."
"All right, just stop and consider. There are four boys I know of,constituting the Rod, Gun and Camera Club, who have been busy planningan outing for next summer, back of the lumber camps at the head of thelake. Talk to me about opportunities, what's to hinder us going into thewoods right now, and making use of our rods, guns, and that elegant newcamera your mother gave you on your birthday last week?" demanded the boycalled Jerry.
"What's all this about, you two conspirators?" demanded one of two otherboys, swinging alongside just then, as though sure of a hearty welcome,and a voice at the council fire.
"Glad you came, Frank and Bluff, for I want your opinion. Jerry hasjust sprung an astonishing idea on me, and I'm so dazed I hardly knowwhat to say. Are you ready for the question? All in favor of spendingthe two weeks' additional vacation out in camp back of the lumbermen'sdiggings say ay!"
The two newcomers looked at each other as if trying to grasp theimmensity of the proposition; then they pulled off their hats, and givinga shout threw them into the air while both roared the affirmative word:
"Ay!"
Jerry looked at Will, with a broad smile of delight on his face.
"Three against one—the motion is carried!" he declared, triumphantly.
"Oh! come, I wasn't opposed to it in the start, only you stunned me bysuch a sudden and glorious idea. We'll meet with some opposition at home,I expect; but where there's a will there's a way; and I move we make itunanimous!" Will Milton hastened to remark.
"Bravo! consider it carried; and just to think what a chance it will befor me to try out my new outfit!" exclaimed the fourth boy, he who hadbeen called by the queer name of "Bluff" by one of his comrades;possibly because, being the only son of a prominent lawyer, Dick Mastersmay have been addicted to the habit of putting up a bold face even whenhis heart was weak.
Jerry looked at him rather superciliously at this remark, and threw uphis hands in a manner to indicate discouragement.
"I'm genuinely sorry for the feathered and furry game of the woods whenthe Great Hunter breaks loose with that terrible pump-gun. Mighty littlechance for anything to get away after that is leveled, and the Gatlingopens fire," he remarked scornfully.
"Huh! it's all very well for you to talk that way, Jerry, because youhappen to be a fine shot, and can bag your game the first clip; butwhat's a fellow going to do when he finds it difficult to hit a barn? I'dlike to wager that with all your high-falutin' talk you do moreexecution among the poor game than comes to my share," answered Bluff,indignantly.
"Oh! well, have it your own way. I've tried my best to show you what agenuine sportsman should be like, always giving the game a fair chance.Didn't I induce you to quit fishing with that murderous gang-hook lastsummer; and when you did finally get a bass didn't you feel prouder thanif you just ' yanked ' him in, perhaps caught on the outside of his gillswith some of that deadly jewelry?" demanded Jerry, whose one hobby wasthe "square deal" in all that he undertook.
"I acknowledge the corn about the gang-hook; but that has nothing to dowith an up-to-date, repeating shotgun, and other things such as moderncampers use. I've kept posted, and I know what's going on. Some peopleseem to be asleep, and are just contented to do as their forefathers did.I'm progressive, that's what."
"Well, boys," Frank Langdon here broke in with, "suppose you postponethat old chestnut of a dispute until we're snug in camp; and let'stalk about how the thing can be done. The first thing is to getconsent at home."
"I don't believe we need fear any trouble there. Frank, you call us up onthe 'phone in about an hour, and if everything's lovely and the goosehangs high we'll meet at my house and make definite arrangements," saidWill, whose mother was a well-to-do widow, and seldom refused heridolized son any reasonable request.
"We could go on our motor-cycles, and have a wagon bring the dufflealong. If it started at a decent hour in the morning we'd be able to getin camp by the middle of the afternoon, and have things fixed fairly wellfor the first night," suggested Jerry, his eyes bright with anticipationsof a delightful time ahead.
"You've got all the things needed, Frank; and now we'll see what yourexperience up in Maine amounted to. Say, ain't this just glorious? Thinkof it, two weeks' outing at this beautiful time of the year, and up therein the woods where we were just planning to go next summer. I wonder ifold Jesse Wilcox has begun to set his traps yet; that's hisstamping-ground, you know, during the winter, and he makes quite a haulof muskrats, 'coons, some mink and even an otter once in a long while,"said Bluff, enthusiastically—he was always a leading spirit in newventures, but lacked the pertinacity of Frank.
"Don't you worry, old fellow, I'll be Johnny-on-the-spot when it comesto delivering the goods. But all further talking had better be put offuntil we find out whether we can go or not. So I move we adjourn, tomeet again an hour from now at Will's shack," remarked young Langdon,always logical.
They had stopped to talk the matter over alongside one of the stores inthe town; and indeed Bluff was perched upon an empty box, that lay at thefoot of a small pyramid of similar cases, piled up until such time asthey could be sold or destroyed.
While the others were talking, Jerry had made a little discovery thataroused both his curiosity and his temper: he had seen a touseled head,surmounted by a cap he knew full well, push up a little above the rim ofthe most elevated empty box, as if some concealed listener might beendeavoring to hear better, and in his eagerness recklessly exposedhimself in this way.
Jerry was always prompt about doing things, nor did he, as a rule, stopto figure what the immediate consequences might prove to be.
Indignation at the idea of their conference having been overheardpossessed his soul, and, seeing a splendid chance to bring the plansof the listener to a sudden and disastrous end, he managed withoutwarning to give one of the boxes a flirt with his hand that moved itout a foot or two.
As it happened to be the keystone of the arch, the consequence was theentire pile came tumbling down, much after the fashion of a crumblingchurch during an earthquake.
Bluff gave a wild shout, and sprang to a position of safety, to turn andstare in astonishment at the remarkable result of the catastrophe.
From under the ruins a figure came crawling slowly, rubbing sundry placesabout his legs and sides, where the sharp corners of the boxes had beenin cruel contact with his flesh.
"Why, it's Andy Lasher!" exclaimed Jerry, pretending to be wonderfullysurprised. "Where in the world did you come from—hiding in that drygoodsbox, eh? Up to some of your old tricks, Andy, I guess. Going to carry offthe whole dry-goods emporium that time, perhaps?"
The boy managed to get upon his feet, though he continued to limp aroundand rub his legs vigorously, as he whistled to keep from groaning.
Andy Lasher was known as the town bully, and many a time had he takendelight in giving our four friends more or less trouble; Jerry and he hadalways been at loggerheads, and could look back to half a dozen occasionsin the past where the contest for supremacy had brought them to the pointof battle.
Each time Andy was supposed to have gotten the better of the conflict,though his friends thought he paid dearly for his victory; but Jerryseemed never to know when he was whipped, and was just as ready to tryconclusions with the other as before.
"Some fine day I'll know how to outwit the big b