The Boy Scout Aviators eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 157 pages of information about The Boy Scout Aviators.

The Boy Scout Aviators eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 157 pages of information about The Boy Scout Aviators.

Leslie Franklin took command at once.  “Here, we must see what’s wrong!” he cried.  “Scouts, attention!  Fall in!  Double quick —­ follow me!”

He ran in the direction of the sound, and they followed.  Five minutes brought them to the scene of the disturbance.  They reached a street of cheaper houses and small shops.  About one of these a crowd was surging, made up largely of young men of the lower class, for in West Kensington, as in all parts of London, the homes of the rich and of the poor rub one another’s elbows in easy familiarity.  The crowd seemed to be trying to break in the door of this shop.  Already all the glass of the show windows had been broken, and from within there came guttural cries of alarm and anger.

“It’s Dutchy’s place!” cried Dick Mercer.  “He’s a German, and they’re trying to smash his place up!”

“Halt!” cried Franklin.  He gathered the scouts about him.  “This won’t do,” he said, angry spots of color showing on his cheek bones.  “No one’s gone for the police —­ or, if they have, this crowd of muckers will smash everything up and maybe hurt the old Dutchman before the Bobbies get here.  Form together now —­ and when I give the word, go through!  Once we get between them and the shop, we can stop them.  Maybe they won’t know who we are at first, and our uniforms may stop them.”

“Now!” he said, a moment later.  And, with a shout, the scouts charged through the little mob in a body.

They had no trouble in getting through.  A few determined people, knowing just what they mean to do, can always overcome a greater number of disorganized ones.  That is why disciplined troops can conquer five times their number of rioters or savages.  And so in a moment they reached the shop.

“Let us in!  We’re here to protect you!” cried Franklin to old Schmidt, who was cowering within, with his wife.  Then he turned to the rioters, who, getting over their first surprise, were threatening again.

“For shame!” he cried.  “Do you think you’re doing anything for England?  War’s not declared yet —­ and, if it was, you might better be looking for German soldiers to shoot at than trying to hurt an old man who never did anyone any harm!”

There was a threatening noise from the crowd, but Franklin was undismayed.

“You’ll have to get through us to reach them !” he cried.  “We —­”

But he was interrupted.  A whistle sounded.  The next moment the police were there.

CHAPTER III

PICKED FOR SERVICE

The coming of the police cleared the little crowd of would-be rioters away in no time.  There were only three or four of the Bobbies, but they were plenty.  A smiling sergeant came up to Franklin.

“More of your Boy Scout work, sir?” he said, pleasantly.  “I heard you standing them off!  That was very well done.  If we can depend on you to help us all over London, we’ll have an easier job than we looked for.”

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