"If we had to fight this gang of cut-throats and murderers in the woods where old What's-his-name--Custer--had to fight the Indians, take it from me, we'd have them wiped up in a month.
That fellow's idea of camouflaging was to bury himself under a couple of tons of green stuff and then move the whole business along like a clumsy old Zeppelin.

I can camouflage myself with a branch with ten leaves on it by studying the light." "Anybody can see you've learned something about scouting--that's one sure thing," said Tom proudly.
"_One sure thing!_" Roscoe laughed inaudibly.

"It's the same old Tommy Slade.

Well, I was just going to bean this geezer when my officer told me I'd better follow him." "I was following him, too," said Tom; "stalking is the word you ought to use." "Captain thought he might be up to something special.

So I followed--_stalked_--how's that ?" "All right." "So I stalked him and when I saw he was following the stream I made a detour and waited for him right here.