said the other arriving scoutmaster;
"but wet and hungry----"

"Especially hungry," one of the scouts said.

"That's a common failing here," said the man from camp.

"There's a funny fellow inside; want to see him?" piped up Goliath. "He
hasn't got any clothes hardly, and he don't know what he's talking
about; he hasn't got any conscience----"

"He means he's unconscious," said the scoutmaster. "We ran into him on
the road. He really hasn't spoken yet, so we don't know anything about
him. He seems a kind of victim of the storm--crazed. I think it just
possible he intended--Come inside, won't you? I think we'll have to take
him with us on a stretcher. I suppose he belongs in the countryside
hereabouts."

Thus it was that Hervey's own scoutmaster looked down upon the
unconscious form of his most troublesome and unruly scout. It was no
wonder that the others had not thought him a scout. He looked more like
a juvenile hobo. But sticking out of his soaking pocket was that one
indubitable sign of identification, his rimless hat cut full of holes
and decorated with its variety of badge buttons. Ruefully, Mr. Denny
lifted this dripping masterpiece of original handiwork, and held it
between his thumb and forefinger.

"This is one of our choicest youngsters," he said. "He is in my own
troop. The last time I saw him, I explicitly told him not to leave camp
without my permission. I suppose he has been on some escapade or other.
I think he's about due for dismissal----"

"I don't think he's seriously injured, sir."

"Oh, no, he has a charmed life. Nine lives like a cat, in fact. Well,
we'll cart him back."

"He doesn't look like a scout fellow," Goliath said.

"Well, he isn't what you would call a very good scout fellow, my boy,"
Mr. Denny said. "Good scout fellows usually know the law and obey it, if
anybody should ask you."

"If they ask me, that's what I'll tell 'em," said Goliath, "hey?"

"You can't go far wrong if you tell them that," Mr. Denny said.

"And they have to save lives too, don't they?" the little codger piped
up.

"Why, yes, you seem to have it all down pat," Mr. Denny said.

"We've got one of them in our troop," the little fellow said; "he's a
hero."

"Well, I hope he reads the handbook and obeys the scout laws," said Mr.
Denny significantly.

"I'm always going to have good luck," the little fellow said, rather
irrelevantly. "I got a charm, too. Want to see it?"

"I think we'd better see if