ur new uniforms, lads. Every mark found upon
them to-morrow must serve as a badge of honor to the wearer. After this
it will be the tried and true scout who can point to a burnt hole in his
smart coat, and say 'I got that the night of the great fire up at
Bradley's!' And what shall I say of this fine member of your patrol who
so bravely risked his own life to save that of a mother's baby? Only that
his own mother has reason to thank God to-night because of such a son. We
all love him!" and a tear fell on Jack's hand as the old man squeezed it.

CHAPTER XVI

THE FIRE TEST

"All here, Paul!"

Jack saluted as he said this, and smiled to see the look the scout leader
gave his scorched and discolored uniform.

Although Jack had spent an hour and more that morning trying to clean up
his suit and leggins, they showed many signs of the hard service to which
they had been put on the previous night.

Several of the fellows carried cameras. They had signed for the
photographic test, and hoped to get some fine views of the troop in
action. These would possibly be entered for competition when the other
commands in the county lined up to strive for leadership in the last
great event--the winning of the banner.

Presently the town clock struck the hour.

"Fall in!"

Two by two they marched out of town. People came to the doors to watch
them; and many a girl waved her handkerchief vigorously. But there was no
response. Much as some of the lads might have liked to raise a hat, and
send back an answering salute, they had already learned how to keep their
eyes to the front, on penalty of being given bad marks that might tell
against them later on.

More than one parent looked to see how the boy nearest their hearts bore
himself. Proudly they watched the long double line swinging down the
street, keeping excellent step, considering how little time they had had
for drill.

Other boys there were who stood on the corners and mocked. Of course
these were the followers of Ted Slavin, envious of the popularity already
attained by Paul's patrol. Some of them had been at the fire, and
witnessed the deed of daring carried out by Jack Stormways. Jealous of
the other troop they tried to taunt them by various cries; but without
success.

However, most of them did not venture to tag after the marching corps.
They knew that even the wonderful patience of these fellows would have
its limit, and that a sudden turn might be made upo