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- Author: Robert Shaler
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1508797986
- ISBN-13: 9781508797982
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.3 cm, softcover
- Language: English
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This weird sound, supposed to be very much like the mournful howl of the timber wolf heard on a wintry night in the wilderness, caused the boy on the bicycle to laugh softly to himself as he looked up. After running an errand for his mother to one of the farmers' wives, he had been pedaling carelessly along up the dusty road. A couple of fellows of about his own age, one of whom was inclined to be rather stout, were coming along a side road, making frantic motions for him to wait until they arrived; the boy chuckled again. "Seems like Billy is getting that signal cry of the Wolf Patrol down pretty pat," he told himself, as he dropped off his wheel at the junction of the two roads to await the arrival of his friends, both of whom wore the well-known khaki uniforms of the scouts, just as the lone rider did. A minute later and they, too, dismounted, one gracefully, and the other with the awkwardness that usually accompanies the heavy-weight boy. Both of them were apparently pleased at having run across their comrade at just that particular time.
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- Author: Robert Shaler
- Publisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- ISBN-10: 1508797986
- ISBN-13: 9781508797982
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.3 cm, softcover
- Language: English English
This weird sound, supposed to be very much like the mournful howl of the timber wolf heard on a wintry night in the wilderness, caused the boy on the bicycle to laugh softly to himself as he looked up. After running an errand for his mother to one of the farmers' wives, he had been pedaling carelessly along up the dusty road. A couple of fellows of about his own age, one of whom was inclined to be rather stout, were coming along a side road, making frantic motions for him to wait until they arrived; the boy chuckled again. "Seems like Billy is getting that signal cry of the Wolf Patrol down pretty pat," he told himself, as he dropped off his wheel at the junction of the two roads to await the arrival of his friends, both of whom wore the well-known khaki uniforms of the scouts, just as the lone rider did. A minute later and they, too, dismounted, one gracefully, and the other with the awkwardness that usually accompanies the heavy-weight boy. Both of them were apparently pleased at having run across their comrade at just that particular time.
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