His sudden stop, of
course, was occasioned by the return to his mind of his promise to
keep the secret of the Boy Scouts.
"Boys," said Mrs. Stanlock, wonderingly. "I didn't know that we had
any heroes of that type in Hollyhill."
"They were some young fellows out hunting," explained the narrator.
"They witnessed the hold-up and leveled their guns at the rascals and
drove them away."
"Who are those boys?" Marion demanded, and one might almost have
imagined from her manner that she had half a kingdom to bestow on the
rescuers of her father.
"I'm afraid I can't give you their names," Mr. Stanlock replied
slowly.
"You don't mean to say that you let them get away without finding out
who they were, do you?" his daughter inquired with just a shade of
indignation.
"No, not exactly that, for I can easily get all their names any time I
want them. But I know also that they don't wish to get into the
newspapers in connection with this affair."
"Can't you tell me who some of them are, papa?" Marion pleaded. "I
want to know who it was that, perhaps, saved the life of my father."
"I can't tell you now, Marion. I have promised faithfully not to
reveal their identity at present for very good reasons which they gave
to me.
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