Roy Blakeley in the Haunted Camp   By: Percy Keese Fitzhugh (1876-1950)

by

PERCY KEESE FITZHUGH

Author of

The Tom Slade Books The Roy Blakeley Books The Pee Wee Harris Books

Illustrated by R. Emmett Owen

[Illustration: THE BOYS MINGLED SOME FUN WITH THEIR WORK.]

Published with the Approval of The Boy Scouts of America

Grosset & Dunlap Publishers :: New York

Made in the United States of America

Copyright, 1922, by Grosset & Dunlap

CONTENTS

I The House in the Lane 1 II An Echo of the War 6 III A New Acquaintance 14 IV Pee wee Fixes It 26 V Pee wee's Discovery 30 VI Sunday the Fourteenth 36 VII Then and Now 44 VIII Peace! 49 IX Around the Fire 54 X The Fall of Scout Harris 62 XI Young Mr. Blythe 69 XII Three's a Company 72 XIII Warde Is in Earnest 79 XIV Baffled? 86 XV Within Reach 93 XVI Right Side Out 97 XVII A Revelation 99 XVIII The Test 103 XIX The Dull Blaze 108 XX The Voice 114 XXI The Diagonal Mark 120 XXII The Banshee 126 XXIII After the Storm 133 XXIV The Warning 136 XXV The Good Turn 141 XXVI Mr. Ferrett's Triumph 146 XXVII Scout Law Number Two 155 XXVIII Home Sweet Home 164 XXIX A Discovery 172 XXX The Visit 175 XXXI Hark, the Conquering Hero Comes 182 XXXII Return of the Good Turn 187 XXXIII The Mystery 194 XXXIV Seein' Things 202

ROY BLAKELEY IN THE HAUNTED CAMP

CHAPTER I

THE HOUSE IN THE LANE

One fine day in the merry month of August when the birds were singing in the trees and all the schools were closed and hikes and camping and ice cream cones were in season, and the chickens were congregated on the platform of the Hicksville, North Carolina, post office, something of far reaching consequence happened.

On that day Joshua Hicks, postmaster general of that thriving world centre, emerged from the post office, adjusted his octagon shaped, steel rimmed spectacles exactly half way down his long nose, held a certain large envelope at arm's length and contemplating it with an air of rueful perplexity said,

"Well by gum!"

Then he cocked his head to one side, then to the other, squinted first his right eye, then his left, and at last inquired, of the chickens, apparently,

"What in all cre a tion is this?"

The chickens did not answer him; on the contrary they departed from the platform, seeing, perhaps, that there was no mail for them. With the exception of two persons the chickens were the only creatures that ever waited for the mail in Hicksville.