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"I had the paper in my pocket," interrupted Beany.
"Yes," said Porky simply. "Beany's pants was new. We come along
through the village, and up just before you get to your first
driveway, Wugs, my handle bars come loose, and we had to get off
and fix 'em. And Beany looks up, and he says, 'Gosh! Here's
another striped coat! And ain't it on a pirate!"
"I looked and, sure 'nuff, there come along another coat just
like the one over to the swimmin' hole but if that feller was
bad, this one was worse. He had a big black mustache and he
looked at us like he'd like to eat us.
"When he went by," Beany says, 'Well, I bet he is a pirate all
right!'
"So we went on home. And after supper when we come to your
house, Wugs, why, you know about that, and there was another coat
like the others being arre'sted. Then we went back; and mother
wanted us to write it all to Uncle Jake. And the lamp made
Beany's head hot, and he took the funny thin paper we found over
to the swimmin' hole and made a sort of shade of it. And when we
had our letter done, Beany went to take down the shade and,
honest to gosh, boys, it was all written on! Wouldn't that frost
you? I s'pose you think we're lyin'; but it's true. All writin'
on two sides!"
"What did you do with it then?" demanded Wugs.
"We showed it to mom and she took it and put it in her pocket."
Wugs groaned.
"You see, Wugs, they's three of those coats and every one's worse
than the other," finished Porky.
"We must find those men. Who is going over to patrol the
fairgrounds this year beside me?" said Wugs.
"Me and Porky," said Beany proudly.
"What's the first thing to do?" asked Porky.
"Well, one of you fellows who are not detailed to the fair had
better go over to the Troop D Farm where the Mounted Police are
training, and see when I can see Colonel Handler."
"What you want of him?" asked a boy named Asa Downe.
"I want to tell him enough of this so he will fix it to let us
Scouts go wherever we like. So the first thing in the morning,
Asa, you trot over there, and find out when I can see the
Colonel."
Asa started for the Troop D Farm as soon as he had finished a
hasty breakfast the next morning. He had his part of the
interview with Colonel Handler nicely and neatly rehearsed. He
had worked so hard over it that he said, "Thank you, Colonel,"
when his mother had passed the doughnuts at breakfast.
The more Asa thought of it, the more he thought it would be fine
to take some one along with him; and when he saw ahead of him the
two violently red wheels of the Potter twins, it was settled
right there. He yelled, and they waited.
"Where you goin'!" he demanded.
"Over to the Troop D Farm," said Porky, hopping off his wheel to
rest.
"What for? This is my job."
"Sure it is!" agreed Beany. "But we knew you'd want some one
along for fear you forgot of the things you wanted to say, and we
knew we always remember better than the other fellows. So we
started out. We knew you'd be along."
"All right, you're on!" said Asa and they pedaled rapidly along
the beautiful country road. When they reached the Farm, they
found that the Colonel, who stayed at Syracuse with his family,
had not yet arrived. The men were grooming the beautiful horses,
rubbing up the bridles, and airing saddle blankets.
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