Excerpt from The Archive, Vol. 73: October, 1960When I woke up the next time, the sun had started to rise. I looked about the hide-out, the rest of the gang was still sleeping. Except for the beans that were scattered over the camping spot, everything was in its place. Nothing in the hide-out had been damaged or stolen during the night. I didn't feel like going back to sleep, so I crawled out of my sleeping bag and -put on my shoes. I don't know why, but I was disappointed that the other gang didn't raid our hide-out. I didn't want them to tear up our hide-out, but I had expected a raid and was surprised when there wasn't One. I picked up the club that had lain beside me all night and threw it into the woods. I didn't like being the only one awake, so I walked down along the edge of the stream where I would be alone.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.