ft hand. Then
they understood. There was nothing left of the fingers but the stub of
one, and the thumb!

"Easy enough to see why that one man was using his saw guard, eh?" said
Uncle Jack to Sure Pop that night.

"Nothing easier," said the little Colonel. "A burnt child dreads the
fire, you know. Not much Safety First idea noticeable in that mill, was
there?"

"Colonel, that's just what I don't understand. I thought you said
yesterday your Safety Scouts had done good work among the wood-working
mills, but if that's a sample--"

"It isn't," was the quiet answer. "Do you happen to know who's the
biggest stockholder in that mill?"

Uncle Jack stared. "Surely not--not Bruce?"

"You've guessed it."

Uncle Jack gave a long, low whistle of surprise. "But I had no idea he
owned wood-working mills too."

"This is the only one. It's out of his line, I'll admit--but it goes to
show his bitter prejudice against the Safety First movement, doesn't it?
He'll come around by and by, never fear. All in good time, my friend,
all in good time."

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ADVENTURE NUMBER SEVENTEEN

GIVING THE OTHER FELLOW A SQUARE DEAL

The Dalton twins had something on their minds. Mother felt it. Uncle
Jack felt it. Every now and then they forgot to go on eating their
breakfast; and when a Dalton went that far, as their uncle remarked,
things were getting very bad indeed.

Betty sat and fidgeted. Bob looked as if he would like to pop one
question at his uncle, but he managed to hold it in. Finally Betty slid
down from her chair, went boldly around to Uncle Jack, and whispered
something in his ear. How he threw back his handsome head and laughed!

"Betty, you're a regular mind reader! Why, we're going down to try them
on this very morning, and I was just going to tell you to get ready,
but you were too quick for me!"

Two hours later Betty, looking very spruce in her new Safety Scout
uniform, was dancing up and down before the mirrors while Bob's blouse
was having the buttons set over a bit.

"That boy," said the tailor, looking at him with bulging eyes, "has
grown smaller since this uniform was measured!"

"If you'd seen the luncheon he tucked away, just before we came over
that day to be measured," laughed Uncle Jack, "you'd only wonder that
those buttons won't have to be set back at least a foot! Now, where are
the trousers?"

"They are up in the shop. Wait, I'll get them. What? You'd like to come
along?