liver?”

liver

“He—he was going very fast,” our young hero blurted out.

“I see,” Harry said; “we are foiled again.”

“Good night!” I just blurted out, “the man must have called flivver! Pee-wee, you’re a scream.”

Good night!” I

flivver

All of a sudden some one said, “That you, Blakeley?”

I said, “Why are you——”

“Don’t you remember Brent Gaylong?” he said.

CHAPTER XI—WE MEET AGAIN

That’s always the way it is with our young hero, Scout Harris. He never hits what he aims at, but he always hits something. If he loses his way, he has an adventure. If he falls down, he finds a penny while he’s on the ground. If he should be blown up by dynamite, he’d land in the ball-field and save his fifty cents admission. You can’t beat him.

So now he began shouting, “Now you see, I brought you to the very fellows you were talking about. Do you mean to tell me that long lost friends aren’t better than eats?”

All I could say was, “Pee-wee, you win.”

Harry Donnelle couldn’t say anything, he just sat down on a rock and laughed and laughed. “Brent,” he said, “this is the Honorable Scout Harris, our young hero, who was leading us to a sumptuous repast in the solemn woods. But this is something better than we expected.”

And you can bet it was! There was Brent Gaylong and little Willie Wide-Awake and the rest of the Church Mice—six of them altogether. Oh boy, it was good to see them.

As soon as we introduced Grove and Pee-wee and little Alf to them, Harry said, “And what in 

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