At the recital of the details of the plot against Mr. Flannigan, the Scout-Master looked very grave indeed. Knowing how unrestrained the passions of the class of men employed at the logging camp were, and how brutal and cruel they could be, he fully realized Mr. Flannigan’s danger.
Of course, there was only one thing to do. He must at once send a Scout to the logging camp with a letter to the foreman, giving him full particulars of the plot and warning him of his danger.
So, intending to send Jack Danby and Tom Binns immediately after breakfast the next morning, he went to his tent to write the letter.
CHAPTER VII
TRAPPED IN THE CAVE
Don opened his eyes, yawned, and then got up from his comfortable bed, shaking himself and stretching to his heart’s content. Trotting over to Jack’s cot, he stood regarding his master, doubtful whether or not to wake him. Finally deciding that it must be time to get up, he stuck his cold nose into Jack’s hand, and uttered his low, good-morning bark, as Jack sleepily opened his eyes.
“Time to get up, old fellow, is it?” he said, pulling Don’s front paws up on his cot, while Don’s plumy tail waved vigorously. “Well, I’m not specially stuck on it, but ‘needs must when the—— ’”; then, turning to Don, he said, reprovingly, “You mustn’t say things like that, Don; it’s not nice.”
Here Tom chimed in, saying with a stifled yawn, “What time is it, anyway? It seems to me as if I had just gone to bed, and here you are talking about getting up!”
“Blame it on Don,” said Jack, cheerily. “He woke me up, and he says it’s about time for us lazy humans to be getting a move on.”
“Well, of course, what Don says goes,” Tom responded, caressingly pulling Don’s ear as the dog went over to him, for Tom came second in the big collie’s regard.
“Say, that was a narrow escape we had yesterday, wasn’t it?” asked Tom, reverting to the overheard plot of the day before. “There’s no telling what those fellows would have done if they had found out that we knew all about their plans of revenge.”