Tara-tara! Loud and clear sounded the notes of a bugle, blown by a very stout lad, clad in a new suit of khaki; and who was one of a bunch of Boy Scouts tramping wearily along a dusty road. Good for you, Bumpus! Can’t he just make that horn talk, though? cried one. Sounds as sweet as the church bell at home, fellows! declared a second. Say, Mr. Scout-Master, does that mean a halt for grub? a third called out. Sure, Giraffe. Brace up old fellow. You’ll have your jaws working right soon, now. And here’s a dandy little spring, right among the trees! How shady and cool it looks, Thad.