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A Mysterious Hot Box 7
Secret Service Duty 19
Jimmie Stops a Gang 31
Fire and Its Result 41
Jimmie Finds a Spy 54
A Murderous Act 66
Greeted With Bullets 78
Imperiled in a Trap 90
A Mysterious Warning 102
Boy Scouts for Targets 114
A Boy Scout Rescuer 126
At the War Office 138
Left to Starve 150
The Gray Eagle Damaged 162
A Battle in the Air 174
A Journey With Joffre 187
The Rat Repulsed 199
An Interrupted Race 211
Captured and Under Fire 223
Lost Above the Lines 235
Coffee With the Kaiser 247
Thrown From the Clouds 259
A Mysterious Door 271
Under the Castle 284
The Musketeer's Mistake 296
Boy Scouts in Belgium;
or,
Under Fire in Flanders
A Mysterious Hot Box.
On a warm day in October three motorcyclists were speeding over Long Island roads toward New York City. One of the group was apparently setting the pace for his fellows. He was at least a hundred yards in the lead. With mufflers deadening perfectly the clamor of their engines the riders sped across the country like fleeting ghosts with never a sound to indicate their presence.
All three riders appeared to be about eighteen years old and were dressed in the well-known khaki uniform of the Boy Scouts of America. Could one have examined closely the badges upon their sleeves he would have discovered that two of the boys were members of the Black Bear Patrol of New York City. The third member of the group, a lad slightly smaller in stature than his comrades and with a very freckled face and very red hair, was a member of the Wolf Patrol of the same city. A Black Bear was on the leading machine that seemed to be making the pace.
Approaching the outskirts of a village the leader's speed perceptibly slackened and his machine veered abruptly from side to side of the roadway. He seemed in imminent peril of dashing into a nearby row of telephone poles. Instantly the others slackened speed.
"What's up, Harry?" inquired he of the red hair.
"Crossing cop, maybe!"
"Nix on the cop!"
"When Jack's in trouble, slow up!"
Without a moment's delay both boys shut off power and applied brakes, bringing their machines to a standstill beside their comrade.
Dismounting hurriedly the riders approached their friend.
"What's the trouble, Jack?" inquired the red-headed lad. Then without waiting for an answer he wrinkled his freckled nose in disgust and stepped back with loud sniffs of displeasure.
"You needn't tell me; I know," he cried. "Somebody tried to take lessons in cooking and burned the water before it could boil!"
Both his comrades laughed at Jimmie's remark. Jack, however, turned again to an examination of his machine with a worried look on his face. Touching the parts gingerly he went carefully over the engine.
"Whew, Jack," spoke up the third boy, "you're surely some loud smeller! What did you run over and why did you do it?"
"I know!" cried Jimmie excitedly. "He's got a hot box!"
"Sure?" inquired Jack teasingly.
"Hope I never see the back of my neck!" declared Jimmie.
"Guess I know now what that freight train conductor out in Montana meant when he spoke of a 'stinker,'" Harry mused.
"But how did you get it?" persisted Jimmie.
"Boys, if you want to know the truth, I think some one was unkind enough to wish this onto me!" soberly declared Jack.
"You don't mean it!" gasped Harry with a startled look.
"I do! When did we overhaul these motorcycles?"
"Yesterday. Each boy worked on his own machine, and I know I did a good job on mine. It runs like a scared rabbit!"
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