Tom laughed in spite of himself. "Hervey," said he, "do you know what
kind of tracks those were you followed?"
"A killyloo bird's?"
"They were the tracks of a turtle and I was a fool not to know it. That
turtle had the letters T. H. carved on his shell. Do you know what those
letters might possibly stand for?"
"Terrible Hustler? How many guesses do I have?"
"Those letters were printed wrong way around in the mud up near that log
when the turtle fell off the log upside down," Tom continued soberly.
"He fell all over himself, hey?"
"You didn't happen to notice those letters up there, did you?"
"Not guilty."
"It's best always to keep your eyes open," Tom said.
"Not always, Slady."
"Yes, always."
"When you're asleep?"
Tom was a trifle nettled. "Well, are you willing to help me or not?" he
asked.
"Slady, I'm yours sincerely forever."
"Well then, meet me under Asbestos' elm tree at quarter of eleven, and
keep your mouth shut about it. We're going to see if we can find Anthony
Harrington, Jr."
"T. H.?"
"Tony is nickname for Anthony; you just said so in your song."
"When my soul burst forth in gladness, hey? The scout Caruso, hey,
Slady? What are we going to meet under the elm tree for?"
"You'll see when we get there. All you have to do in the meantime is to
keep still. Do you think you can do that?"
"Silence is my middle name, Slady; I eat it alive."
CHAPTER XXXI
SHERLOCK NOBODY HOLMES
Since Tom Slade, camp assistant, said it would be all right for Hervey
to meet him at quarter of eleven under the elm tree, Hervey was only too
glad to jump the rule, which was that scouts must turn in at ten thirty,
directly after camp-fire.
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