The Boy Scout Explorers at Treasure Mountain

BY DON PALMER
ILLUSTRATED
CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY Publishers New York
Copyright, 1955, by CUPPLES AND LEON COMPANY All Rights Reserved Printed in the United States of America
“What do you suppose is delaying Mr. Livingston? He should have been here half an hour ago.”
Uneasily, Jack Hartwell glanced at his wristwatch and then toward the entranceway of the Savoy Hotel terrace dining room.
There was no sign of the Scout leader. George (Happy) Livingston, advisor to Explorer Post 21, had invited the four Scouts to meet him promptly at 7:30 p.m. for dinner at the hotel. Now it was pushing eight o’clock, and he’d neither shown up nor sent word.
Three times a waiter had pointedly asked the Scouts if they cared to order. It was getting harder to stall.
“Maybe Mr. Livingston forgot he invited us.”
This remark came from Willie Medaugh, a tow-headed fifteen-year-old with broad, powerful shoulders. He was assistant crew leader, and wore the green Explorers’ uniform.
The others, Jack of the twinkling blue eyes, serious Ken Dougherty and Warwick Washburn, were fellow members of the Rover Crew, Post 21. “War,” a lean, freckled youngster with great enthusiasm and a peppery temper, was the newest recruit, a willing if untried member of the tough, efficient little band.
“Mr. Livingston never would have forgotten his appointment with us,” Ken Dougherty said in answer to Willie’s remark. “Not Hap!”