The Wolf Patrol Part 50

'I know just how ye feel,' replied the Raven; ''twould ha' seemed to tek' the polish off, but I was thinkin' o' yer foot.'

'That will be all right after a day or two's rest,' said d.i.c.k; 'but with the end of the journey in sight I mean to stump it out.'

A couple of miles on he was stumping it out steadily, when all thoughts of lameness and soreness were put to flight by a joyous vision; for just as they gained the heath two files of marching figures came into sight in the distance. The familiar uniforms at once caught the eye of the two patrol-leaders.

'Scouts!' cried Chippy.

'Our own patrols!' yelled d.i.c.k. 'Look, Chippy; our patrols have come out to meet us!'

At this instant the two marching figures were seen by the advancing patrols, and on dashed Wolves and Ravens, eager to greet their leaders.

d.i.c.k and Chippy hurried to meet them, and at the next moment the two leaders and their comrades met, and there was such an outburst of cheering, questioning, shaking hands, and chanting of the scouts'

war-song and chorus--a general merry babel of welcome and greeting!

The first to recover were the corporals, who had been in charge while the leaders were absent.

They gave orders for the patrols to line up, and the Scouts obeyed instantly. Wolves on the right of the way, Ravens on the left, they formed up shoulder to shoulder to be inspected by their leaders. d.i.c.k and Chippy each went along his own line, and saw that the men were turned out in proper style, and the inspection was careful and thorough. Everything was found correct, and the corporals were congratulated on the manner in which they had handled the patrols during the absence of the leaders. Then review order was broken up, and the patrols gathered in cheerful, laughing, chattering groups to discuss the week's march with the heroes of the day. The Wolf Patrol was a member short. No. 6 had left the town during the week, and his place was vacant among d.i.c.k's followers.

'I say, d.i.c.k,' said Billy Seton, corporal of the Wolves, 'there's a fellow been following us from the town. He's kept at a distance, dodging behind bushes and gorse on the heath, but I'm sure he was after us. I've looked back a dozen times, and seen him making ground when he thought he wouldn't be observed.'

'That's odd,' said d.i.c.k. 'Why should anyone want to follow you?'

'To see where we were going, I suppose,' replied Billy; 'and though I've never had a fair look at him, there seemed to me something familiar about the chap. I can't make it out.'

'Where is he now?' asked d.i.c.k.

'Haven't seen him for quite a bit,' replied Billy; 'but I've an idea he's watching us from somewhere.'

The words had scarcely fallen from Billy's lips when a boy in civilian dress stepped from the shelter of a clump of hollies and walked swiftly towards the patrol.

'Why, it's Arthur Graydon!' cried d.i.c.k in surprise.

'So it is,' said Billy; 'no wonder I thought I knew him.'

Yes, it was the lost leader of the Wolves who now came striding up to his old friends, as the latter stared at him in wonder.

Arthur's face was pale, and his teeth were clenching his under-lip; but he had made up his mind, and he said what he had to say like a man.

He walked up amid a perfect silence, and saluted the two leaders, who now stood side by side.

'Look here, d.i.c.k,' he began--and his voice shook a little--'I heard, by accident, of this march to meet you, and I took the chance of coming when the patrols were together. I'm awfully sorry I made such an a.s.s of myself in the beginning. I've been miserable every day since I left the patrol, and I should like, above everything, to get back to it. I know I behaved badly to Slynn, and insulted him, when he had given me no cause at all. I'm sorry, Slynn. Will you shake hands?'

'Won't I?' roared Chippy, his honest face ablaze with pleasure and friends.h.i.+p. 'An' proud to--prouder 'n I can tell yer.' And the two lads clasped each other's hands in a hearty grip, while both patrols gave vent to their excitement in a tremendous outburst of the scouts'

chorus, stamping their feet and clas.h.i.+ng their staves together in joyous uproar.

Every boy had been touched deeply by Arthur's speech. His pale face and s.h.i.+ning eyes had told of the effort it had cost him to make it, and now everybody set up as much noise as he could to celebrate the reconciliation, and to work off the constraint of the moment.

When Chippy dropped Arthur's hand, d.i.c.k seized it.

'I'm jolly glad to see you back, Arthur, old chap,' he cried. 'We shall be delighted to have you in the patrol once more.'

'Thanks awfully, d.i.c.k,' said Arthur. 'I heard No. 8 had gone. If I can only get his place, that's what I should like.'

'It's yours, old fellow,' said d.i.c.k, 'and long may you wave!'

'H-o-n-k!' A long blast of the motor-horn warned the patrol that Mr.

Elliott's car was close upon them. The scouts recognised their instructor seated beside the driver, and formed up to receive him with the full salute.

'I see you've got a guard of honour back to town,' laughed d.i.c.k's father, as he brought the car up between the two lines of scouts.

'Yes, father,' cried d.i.c.k; 'we think it was immensely good of them to come out to meet us.'

The instructor leaned over the side of the car towards the line of the Wolves.

'Arthur!' he cried, 'this is splendid to see you among the Wolves again.'

'Yes, Mr. Elliott,' said Arthur Graydon, saluting. 'd.i.c.k has given me a place there was to spare, and I'm glad to get it.'

The driver blew a long toot on his horn to call attention to something he had to say.

'Wolves and Ravens,' he called out, 'I beg to invite you all to conclude your march this afternoon at my house. With your permission, your instructor and I will now go ahead to announce your arrival, and to see that preparations are made to welcome you in a fitting manner.'

And at the next moment the car sped away amid the ringing cheers of the scouts, who now felt certain that the day was to close with a n.o.ble feed.

The march was at once resumed, and the scouts tramped over the heath to Bardon chanting the Ingonyama chorus in honour of their leaders. The corporals sang the opening phrase, and then the patrols swept in with a joyous roar of 'Invooboo!' and struck the ground with their staves in time to the long-drawn notes. And at their head marched the brother scouts, their journey nearly ended--the journey which they had made in true scouting style--helpful and courteous to all, hardy, resolute, and enduring, staunch to their oath and their badge, bearing themselves at all points as true knights in the chivalry of Baden-Powell's Boy Scouts.

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