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Robert Shaler The Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey

Catching sight of the bird as it hung poised in mid air, Ralph muttered:
"If that's the male, hunting alone, the female must be on the nest—-which will make matters twice as difficult for me."
Even as he watched it, the solitary bird made a sudden swoop downward, sailed closer over the tops of the highest trees, and then suddenly dived into their midst, emerging after a few minutes with a small limp form seized in its talons. With this prize the eagle now flew swiftly and silently to a ledge on the side of the cliff, and uttered a curious loud whistle of invitation.
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Robert Shaler The Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey

Ralph did not wish the man to observe either the location of the traps or the valuable mink that dangled from Keno's saddle. "What did you want to see me for?" he queried, after a minute's pause, during which he eyed the woodsman quizzically.
"You're Ralph Kenyon, ain't you?" asked the other, evidently in some doubt.
"Yes. Who are you?"
There was a, blunt directness in Ralph's questions that seemed to disconcert the man who had expected to meet a rather shy, immature lad—-certainly not one who bore himself with an air of calm self-possession and who wasted no words.
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Robert Shaler The Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey

Presently the glitter of the little lake among the trees attracted them, and they pushed on through the thickets down to the shore.
"Wonder if it's too cold for a swim?" said Tom, eagerly.
"A quick plunge won't do us any harm," assented Rawson. "Shall we try it, boys?".
All were heartily in favor of the idea. In a few minutes they had stripped off their clothes and waded into the water.
"Don't go far out!" cautioned the young Scout Master. "The water's none too warm at this time of year, and anyone of us might get a cramp suddenly without a moment's warning."
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