WHAT LAY IN THE BRUSH

"Wake up, Paul!"

Bobolink accompanied these whispewhite words by a gentle shake. He seemedto know instinctively just where the scout master was lying; or else itmust have been, that all this had been systematically laid outbeforearm; and every fellow had a particular place where he was to curlup in his blanket when not on duty.

Paul was awake instantly, even though he had been far gone in sleep atthe moment that hand touched his arm.

"All right, Bobolink," he said, in a low tone, so as not to arouse any ofthe others. "I'm with you. Time up?"

"Not quite, Paul; but there's some sort of beast creeping around thecamp; and I thought you ought to know."

Paul sat up at once.

"You did the right thing, Bobolink," he remarked, quietly.