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Project Gutenberg's Boy Scouts on Motorcycles, by G. Harvey Ralphson This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net Title: Boy Scouts on Motorcycles With the Flying Squadron Author: G. Harvey Ralphson Release Date: March 6, 2004 [EBook #11469] Language: English Character set encoding: ASCII *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK BOY SCOUTS ON MOTORCYCLES *** Produced by Sean Pobuda Boy Scouts on Motorcycles Or With The Flying Squadron By G. HARVEY RALPHSON CHAPTER I BOY SCOUTS IN A STRANGE LAND "Fine country, this--to get out of!" "What's the difficulty, kid?" Jimmie McGraw, the first speaker, turned back to the interior of the apartment in which he stood with a look of intense disgust on freckled face. "Oh, nothin' much," he replied, wrinkling his nose comically, "only Broadway an' the Bowery are too far away from this town to ever amount to anythin'. Say, how would you fellers like a chair in front of the grate in the little old Black Bear Patrol clubroom, in the village of N. Y.? What?" The three boys lying, half covered with empty burlap bags, on the bare earth at the back of the apartment chuckled softly as Jimmie's face brightened at the small picture he drew verbally, of the luxurious Boy Scout clubroom in the City of New York. "New York is a barren island as compared with this place," one of the boys, Jack Bosworth by name, declared. "Just think of the odor of the Orient all around us!" Jimmie wrinkled his nose in disdain and turned back to the window out of which he had been looking. The other boys, Ned Nestor, of the Wolf Patrol, and Jack Bosworth and Frank Shaw, of the Black Bear Patrol, all of New York, pulled their coarse covering closer under their chins and grinned at the impatient Jimmie, who was of the Wolf Patrol, and who was just then on guard. It wasn't much of a window that the boy looked out of, just an irregular hole in a bare wall, innocent alike of sash and glass. Away to the east rolled the restless waters of the Gulf of Pechili, which is little more than a round bay swinging west from the mystical Yellow Sea. To the south ran the swift current of the Peiho river, on the opposite bank of which lay the twi
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