not familiar with the Morse International Code.

....-.-,....-.-,..-.-..-.-..-..--.

"Headquarters, Ford calling," read Bruce. "Fellows, Mr. Ford is trying
to raise us. Wonder what he wants!"

He hurried into the wire room with the rest at his heels, and taking the
low operator's chair opened the key and answered the call. Then he
closed it again and waited. The boys were all attention, for most of
them were second-class scouts and could "read" Morse well.

"Mayor--Worthington--just--'phoned--me," clicked the instrument.
"Wants--to--see--Scouts--at--Town--Hall--at--four--I--would--like--to--
have--you--go. -- Ford--Asst--S'ct--M's't'r--3:10--p--m."

"All--right--Shall--we--wear--uniforms--Bruce--L'd'r--Owl--P't'r'l--
3:12--p--m," Bruce flashed back over the wire.

"Yes--careful--don't--get--too--wet--G'd--by--Ford--3:14--p--m," came
the answer.

"Cracky! Something interesting! Wonder what's up!" said Bruce
excitedly, as he began calling on the loop telegraph wire that was
connected to an instrument in every Scout's home.

The three patrols of Quarry Troop stood at attention in the broad
corridor of the Woodbridge Town Hall, awaiting the coming of Mayor
Worthington. Their campaign hats were water-soaked, and rain dripped
from the edge of their slickers and gathered in little pools about their
feet. They must have been uncomfortable. But if they were, they gave
no signs of it. All their attention was riveted on the doors that led
the way into the Mayor's private office.

Presently these doors swung open, and the tall, broad-shouldered figure
of the town's chief executive strode forth, followed by his secretary and
Timothy Cockran, the Commissioner of Streets and Highways. Every back
stiffened and every hand went up in salute as these men advanced and took
their position in front of Bruce, the recognized spokesman of the troop.
The Mayor acknowledged the salute in quite the proper manner, as did the
others; then, clearing his throat, he spoke.

"Scouts, I have asked you here because you can be of service to
Woodbridge. The town needs you. Are you willing to do a good turn for
the welfare of us all?"

"We're ready for anything, sir. We try to do a good turn daily, rain or
shine," said Bruce, once more saluting.

And his answer was echoed by the score or more of brown-clad youths
ranged in line beside him.

"Thank you, Scouts," said Mr. Worthington, crisply. "Now to business.
The rains of the