The Boy Scouts with the Motion Picture Players | Page 3

amount of dignity. "You never knew me to show the white feather, and
back down, once I put my shoulder to the wheel. If the rest can stand it
I ought to be able to do so."
"Good for you, Billy," cried Hugh. "Alec here ought to make you an
apology. But since we've rested up, and there's still half a mile to tramp,
with the afternoon wearing on, suppose we make a fresh start."
Soon they were trailing along the dimly seen road, which evidently was
not used to any great extent by the few scattered farmers in that vicinity.
Most of the talk was in connection with the weird mansion toward
which they were heading. Alec was coaxed to relate a number of other
facts he had managed to pick up regarding its romantic history.
"Look out for signs of a high wall on the left, boys," he finally told
them. "It may be almost hidden by vines and scrub trees by now, I was
warned. It surrounds the whole place, though here and there it may be
broken down. Few people after dark want to pass this place except in a
hurry, and although it's only a mile and a half from the railroad, I don't
believe tramps ever think of coming here. You see, most of them know
the stories told about Randall's Folly, and they steer clear of the place."
A short time afterwards Hugh's keen eyes made a discovery.
"I think the wall you mentioned lies over yonder where all that wild

tangle can be seen," he remarked, whereupon there was a hurried
movement in that direction, followed by various exclamations to the
effect that the scout master's announcement was indeed true.
"Seems as if the castle must be perched on a high piece of ground,
commanding a pretty good view of the country around," observed
Arthur, as they sought for a broken place in the crumbling wall so as to
gain an entrance to the grounds beyond.
"The story goes that Judge Randall built it that way so he could keep
watch, and know if any of his wife's former suitors were heading this
way," Alec explained.
"Why, he must have been a regular old Bluebeard!" gurgled Billy.
"He was demented on that one subject," confessed Alec, "and the
disease kept getting a stronger grip on him until finally---but hello!
here's the hole in the wall we wanted to find, so let's crawl over the
broken-down stones and enter."
"Hold on," snapped Hugh just then, "I thought you said, Alec, no one
was bold enough to trespass here! If you look down to where I point
you'll see part of a footprint in mud, showing that a man must have
come across this broken wall not half an hour or so ago!"

CHAPTER II
CREATING A PANIC
When Hugh gave utterance to this really startling announcement, he
naturally lowered, his voice. The others came crowding up, and stared
at the tell-tale mark. As their scout education had long since passed far
beyond the novice range they had no difficulty in seeing that Hugh had
stated the truth.
"A whopping big foot made that mark," whispered Billy.

"And see there," added Alec, hastily, also in a low tone, "here's a
second one not so big. Two fellows crossed this hole in the wall, and
only a short time ago, because the mud is as fresh as it can be."
That caused the scouts to exchange significant looks.
"Anyhow," Billy was heard to whisper to himself, "whoever made
those footprints was a live human being, and no spook, that's sure."
The thought evidently did much to relieve his mind, Hugh realized.
Alec meanwhile was shaking his head as though not only puzzled but
annoyed.
"What do you make of it, Hugh?" he asked, like most of the fellows
turning to the scout master when there was a difficult problem to be
solved.
"Oh! there might be several explanations," replied the other with a
reassuring smile. "First of all, these fellows may be a couple of curious
countrymen wanting to take a look around while the sun is still up,
being afraid to come here after night sets in."
"Yes, go on, Hugh; what next?"
"Then it might be they are men who have heard about the deserted
castle, and wonder if they could pick up anything worth carrying off if
they forced an entrance. But there's still another answer to your
question, Alec."
"I can guess what you mean, Hugh. My aunt, it may be, isn't the only
person with money to burn who's taken a notion to buy Randall's Folly.
Is that what you've got on the tip of your tongue, Hugh?"
"Just what I meant to say," he was told. "But no matter, if