said.

"A lot of fellows always said Tom was kind of crazy, anyway," Roy
concluded; "but you can be crazy in a good way--can't you?"

"Yes, you bet!"

"If I only knew where he was," said Roy, with a little catch in his
voice, "it wouldn't seem so bad."

"If I knew where he is, I'd tell you," said Roscoe simply.

"How could _you_ know? You never even knew him. Even Mr. Ellsworth
didn't know him the way I did."

"Oh, yes, I knew him," said Roscoe; "not as well as you did, of course;
but I'll tell you this much, kiddo: I don't believe he lied to any one,
and I don't believe he broke his promise."

"Honest, don't you?"

"No, I don't."

"I wish--I wish you had told Mr. Ellsworth that."

"I couldn't have proved--I mean--well, it isn't so easy to talk to Mr.
Ellsworth as it is to you, kiddo."

"I'll tell you something if you'll promise not to tell it--not even to
Mr. Ellsworth," said Roy.

"A soldier's word of honor," said Roscoe, with a little bitter sneer.

"All the fellows in the Elk Patrol--that's Tom's own patrol, he started
it--they made an agreement they wouldn't ask any fellows to join, or
even vote for one--not for six months. In that time we might hear
something--you can't tell. Mr. Ellsworth may possibly be wrong.
Something may have happened to Tom. My patrol and the Ravens, they
mostly agree with Mr. Ellsworth, and even some of the Elks do, I guess;
but I asked them as a special favor."

"So they're doing it for your sake, eh?"

"Yop. And oh, gee, I'm glad you're with me! I didn't know you ever knew
Tom Slade.--I'm glad you think the way I do.--I used to see you with
Rolf Brownell in his automobile. I didn't know who you were then....
I--I believe in sticking to a fellow through thick and thin--don't you?"

"Some fellows."

"I got Tom in the troop, you know."

"You did a good job, I guess, that time," said Roscoe absently.

"You can bet I did.--Cracky, I'm awful anxious to hear you to-morrow
night. You'll get a lot of applause--from me; that's dead sure!"

Roscoe laughed. He had an engaging laugh.

"It seems as if you're sort of an ally now," said Roy. "There aren't any
of the troop that really agree with me," he added dubiously. "Well,
here's where I have to leave you. Don't forget to tell your father what
Mr. Ellsworth said."

Roscoe laughed shortly.

"About supplying Uncle Sam with a good soldier, you know."

They paused at the corner.

"You can't always tell who really does the