. Tom Slade : Boy Scout of the moving pictures . evera sign. Yer stinkin thief! Yer dont do a thing butcop de car fer joy-rides—didn yer? At this the chauffeur stirred slightly. Yes, yer will! yelled Tom, jumping downfrom the railing. He had just picked up a stone, when the portlyform of John Temple emerged from the doorbehind him. Put down that stone, sir, or Ill lock you up 1said he with the air of one who is accustomed tobeing obeyed. G-wan, he called me a liar!1 shouted Tom. Well, thats just what you are, said John 18 TOM SLADE Temple, and if certain people of this town spentless for canva
. Tom Slade : Boy Scout of the moving pictures . evera sign. Yer stinkin thief! Yer dont do a thing butcop de car fer joy-rides—didn yer? At this the chauffeur stirred slightly. Yes, yer will! yelled Tom, jumping downfrom the railing. He had just picked up a stone, when the portlyform of John Temple emerged from the doorbehind him. Put down that stone, sir, or Ill lock you up 1said he with the air of one who is accustomed tobeing obeyed. G-wan, he called me a liar!1 shouted Tom. Well, thats just what you are, said John 18 TOM SLADE Temple, and if certain people of this town spentless for canvas uniforms to put on their boysto make tramps out of them, we should be able,perhaps, to build an addition to the jail. Ya-ah, an youd be de first one to go into it!Tom yelled, as Temple reached the step of hiscar. Whats that? said Temple, turning suddenly. Thats what!1 shouted Tom, letting fly thestone. It went straight to its mark, removingold Johns spring hat as effectually as a gust ofwind, and leaving it embedded in the mud belowthe THE NEW T PUBLIC T ASTOB, LENOX AT1LDEN FOUNDATIONS L CHAPTER III IN JAIL AND OUT AGAIN THAT night, when Tom Slade, all unaware ofthe tragedy which threatened his young life, shuf-fled into Billys garage, he announced to his fol-lowers a plan which showed his master mind asleader of the gang. Hey, said he, I heard Sissy Bennetts mothersay shes goin ter have a sprise party fer himFriday night, V dyer know wot Im goin terdo? Tell him and spoil it fer him? ventured JoeFlynn. Na-a-h! Tick-tack? asked Slush Ryder. Na-ah, tick-tacks is out o date. Cord ter trip em up? Guess agin, guess agin, said Tom, exultantly. But as no one ventured any further guesses,he announced his plan forthwith. Dont say a word—dont say a word, he ejao 19 20 TOM SLADE ulated. I swiped two o thim quarantine signsoffen two doors, n Im goner tack one up onSissys door Friday night! Can yer beat it?11 None of them could beat it, for it was an in-spiration. To turn away
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