Anyway, you'll find plenty of Boy Scouts on the border.

I have an idea that Uncle Sam will have his hands full keeping them out of trouble." "He'll have a nest on his hands if they take a notion to flock over the Rio Grande," replied Fremont.

"It is hard to keep a boy away from the front when there are campfires on the mountains." The two boys passed east to Second avenue, south to Twenty-third street, and there crossed the East River on the old Greenpoint ferry.
Still walking east, an hour before daylight they came to a cottage in the vicinity of Newtown Creek, and here Nestor paused and knocked gently on a door which seemed half hidden by creeping vines, which, leafless at that time of the year, rattled noisily in the wind.
The door was opened, presently, by a middle-aged lady of pleasant face and courteous manner.

She held a night-lamp high above her night-capped head while she inspected the boys standing on the little porch.

Nestor broke into a merry laugh.
"Are you thinking of burglars, Aunty Jane ?" he asked.