THE RANGER BOYS AND THEIR REWARD

CHAPTER I
THE PLEA FOR HELP

“Well, now that everything is going all right atthe camp here, I suppose we might as well saygoodbye to our friends and get ready for the returnto the West Branch and resume our duties on theforest fire patrol,” remarked Garfield Boone to hischums as they sat in the crude office of the lumbercamp.

“Yes, this seems to be the best thing to do, but Ialmost dislike the thought of going back. After allthe excitement that we’ve had lately, it will be deadslow on the hill. Nothing to do but walk the patroland take our turns in the Tin Can,” agreed PhilDurant.

The third member of the trio of friends, triedand true, merely yawned and said nothing. Thiswas Dick Wallace, rather a heavy chap. Some peoplewould have called him fat, but he always referredto himself as merely plump.

“Come, say something, Dick. You’ve been sittinghere for an hour and the most you’ve said isyes or no, sometimes you didn’t even say that.What’s the trouble?” inquired Garry.

“Gosh, can’t you fellows see that I’m just resting?You want me to say something? All right.I wonder what we’ll have for dinner today?”

His friends broke into hearty laughter. Dick’sappetite was a standing joke with them, likewise hisweight; for he always took the easiest way ofdoing things when speed was not required. Thisdoes not mean that the fat youth was a shirker ornaturally lazy. When occasion demanded it, hewas all speed and as quick as a flash of lightning.Like many heavy people, he could move with theutmost celerity if need be, but his attitude was whyhurry when you didn’t have to. Time enough forthat when something arose that demanded action.

“I say, boys, there’s old Lawrence with a mailbag. You know he went to town at daybreak toget the mail. Wonder if there’s anything for us?”remarked P

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