In Barracks and Wigwam — page 31: what you’re looking at

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The Discovery of a Plot. 21 astray, dragged down by fellows like Steve Halsey and his crowd. Shake on it, old chap, do.” Bruce hesitated, but made no effort to accept the prof- fered hand. Before he could reply Steve approached half way from the tree, and gave an impatient whistle. “How much longer are you going to keep me waiting while you talk to that old stick?” he called, in a low tone. “If vou don’t come right off I’m going home. I didn't bargain for this when J promised to walk part way with you.” “I’m coming now, Steve,” Bruce replied. “Don’t be angry, Linn,” he added, in a whisper. “I'll think over what you've said and let you know about it. Good- night.” With this Bruce hurried away, and he and Steve van- ished down the dark street. Linn stood still for a mo- ment, sorely grieved and perplexed in mind, and hest- tatina between two courses. “It seems a hopeless case,” he reflected. “My influence counts for nothing with Bruce. What shall I do, go home or fellow them? ‘They have some deep-laid plan on foot for to-night—J am confident of that more than ever now. But it seems like a mean and underhand trick to dog their steps. Still, it would be no more than a friendly act. If I can save Bruce from a scrape I’m going to do it, cost what it may. 5o there.” Having resolved on this step. Linn was quick and cunning to act. He slipped down a side street, and, on a steady trot, made a detour that finally brought hin to the angle of the Indian school nearest the town. Here, in the shadow of a tree across the road, he crouched down to wait and watch. The school buildings and grounds were surrounded by a high board fence with spikes on top, and at night the < (ECO) main gate—which was some distance from where. Linn