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BOY SCOUTS IN MEXICO Or On Guard with Uncle Sam
By: Scout Master, G. Harvey Ralphson

CONTENTS
CHAPTER I.
Planning a Vacation II. A Member of the Wolf Patrol III. The Wolf
Advises Flight IV. The Wolf Talks in Code V. The Wolf in the Bear's
Bed VI. Two Black Bears in Trouble VII. Signals on the Mountain VIII.
A Strange Disappearance IX. About the Third Suspect X. The Wolf
Meets a Panther XI. Black Bear and Diplomat XII. Wolf and Panther
after Bear XIII. Captured the Wrong Boy XIV. The Case is Well Stated
XV. Accusing Each Other XVI. Wolves on the Mountain XVII. Plenty
of Black Bears XVIII. Fremont and the Renegade XIX. What was
Found Underground XX. Black Bears to the Rescue XXI. Wolves
Becoming Dangerous XXII. The Call in the Rain XXIII. Some
Unexpected Arrivals XXIV. The Story of the Crime XXV. Ready for
the Canal Zone
DEDICATION. This book is dedicated to the Boys and Girls of
America, in the fond hope that herein they will find pleasure,
instruction and inspiration; that they may increase and grow in
usefulness, self-reliance, patriotism and unselfishness, and ever become
fonder and fonder of their country and its institutions, of Nature and her
ways, is the cherished hope and wish of the author. G. Harvey
Ralphson, Scout Master

BOY SCOUTS IN MEXICO; OR, ON GUARD WITH UNCLE SAM.
CHAPTER I.
PLANNING A VACATION.

"After all, it is what's in a fellow's head, and not what's in his pocket,
that counts in the long run."
"That's true enough! At least it proved so in our case. That time in the
South we had nothing worth mentioning in our pockets, and yet we had
the time of our lives."
"I don't think you ever told us about that."
"That was the time we went broke at Nashville, Tennessee. We missed
our checks, in some unaccountable way, yet we had our heads with us,
and we rode the Cumberland and Ohio rivers down to the Mississippi at
Cairo, in a houseboat of our own construction."
The speaker, George Fremont, a slender boy of seventeen, with spirited
black eyes and a resolute face, sat back in his chair and laughed at the
memory of that impecunious time, while the others gathered closer
about him.
Fremont was ostensibly in the employ of James Cameron, the wealthy
speculator, but was regarded by that worthy gentleman as an adopted
son rather than merely as a worker in his office force. Seven years
before, Mr. Cameron had become interested in the bright-faced
newsboy, and had taken him into his own home, where he had since
been treated as a member of the family.
"Went broke in the South, did you?" asked one of the group gathered
before an open grate fire in the luxuriously furnished clubroom of the
Black Bear Patrol, in the upper portion of a handsome uptown
residence, in the city of New York. "Go on and