"
"Then I shall be glad to have it," smiled Laura's father.
"Did you leave that chauffeur to watch your camp?"
"No; he has gone to Five Corners to post the young women's numerous
letters. But the camp doesn't need a guard, does it?"
"It does, as long as Tag Mosher is at large, sir. Harry, won't
you go over to the doctor's camp and stay there until the chauffeur
returns?"
"Yes," agreed Hazelton.
"If you sight Tag, or any other doubtful-looking characters, just
give a yell, and we'll all come over."
"Would that young scamp bother our camp, really?" inquired the
physician.
"Certainly he would," Dick went on promptly. "Mosher, Page, or
whoever he really is, is just as natural an anarchist as the world
ever saw. He has never had anything of his own, and whenever
he sees anyone else's property that will serve him, he just says,
'Tag, you're It!' That's the way he got his nickname."
"I believe I'll go over with Harry and see if anything is missing,"
declared Dr. Bentley. "In the meantime, Prescott, suppose you
and your squad rest until I return. Just make yourselves agreeable
to the girls. I'll endeavor to be back promptly. When I come
back I shall be prepared to offer you some training suggestions
that may be of value to you.
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