o see for
ourselves. I was sorry and mad as Don when some of the fellows went
too far. We had a call-down from our Captain and have been looking for
a chance to apologize. Do try and forget it, won't you? If your Girl
Scouts will swoop down on us unexpectedly and be double the nuisance
that we were, we are willing to call it square."

Sheila Mason laughed. Margaret Hale, the Patrol leader and one of
Victoria Drew's intimate friends, who had joined the group during
Lance's speech, shook her head. She was a tall, serious looking girl
with clear-cut features and a graceful manner.

"Lance, I don't believe a Boy Scout Troop is supposed to employ a
lawyer. You strike me as a special pleader. You had better go in for
the law instead of music. We are not so cranky that we would have
objected to an ordinary descent upon us, even with the idea of showing
us what inferior creatures we are. But when it comes to trying to
frighten us, and some of the more timid girls were frightened, you
behaved as if you were wild Indians."

Lance held up a white handkerchief.

"This is a token of complete surrender. We ask the courtesy due the
defeated, Miss Mason. Please don't allow Margaret to rake up the past.
Don and I must be off now to camp. Sorry you won't give us a message
of forgiveness to carry back. May we speak to Dorothy? Evidently she
is more interested in her breakfast than in her brothers."

"Nonsense, Lance, you and Don must have breakfast with us before you
leave," Miss Mason answered. "I cannot bury the hatchet, Indian
fashion, because the Girl Scouts must decide themselves whether or not
you are forgiven."

Approaching in their direction at this moment, her face flushed and
holding a long toasting fork in one hand, was Dorothy McClain.

She was only a year and a few months younger than her two brothers and
looked very like Don, save that her hair was chestnut and her eyes a
darker blue.

"Don, Lance, how glad I am you had the good luck to come to Tory's and
Kara's aid! I have made a double amount of toast and there are six
more eggs added to our usual supply for breakfast. I thought you would
appreciate this sisterly attention more than rushing to greet you at
once. I saw you were not lonely."

"Good to see you, Dot. You are looking in great shape, only we must be
off at once," Donald answered, still appearing uncomfortable and
obstinate.

Between Dorothy and Tory Drew a signal was flashed of which no one of
the