The Boy Scouts at the Panama Canal Part 14

"Why, Hodge Berry and Max Ramsay and some of that bunch. They pretended not to notice me, but I'm sure they're up to some mischief. I could tell that by the way they sneaked off when they saw me."

"I don't see what harm they can do us," rejoined Rob, "although I don't doubt they'd like to work off some mean trick. Run along and put on your best uniform, Andy, you're late."

Everyone of note in Hampton was in the hall by this time, and when Commodore Wingate arose to make a preliminary address he was warmly applauded. He dwelt at some length on the new spirit that the Boy Scouts had brought into Hampton, and explained that while some misinformed persons appeared to think that the scout movement was a warlike one, it was in reality a great influence for peace. He reviewed the work of the Eagles for the past year and enumerated at some length the various services they had done in the village. These included the clearing up and beautifying of vacant lots, the aiding of indigent or poor people, many little acts of kindness and help, and the setting generally of a good example to the youth of the town and neighborhood.

"But," he went on to say, after an impressive pause, "it remained for the well-remembered night of the Academy fire to bring into notice the two most conspicuous acts of heroism the scouts have yet performed.

"I doubt if the annals of the Boy Scouts of any country show two more n.o.ble, self-sacrificing acts than those performed on that night by Leader Rob Blake of the Eagles,"--here such loud applause broke out that the speaker was compelled to pause for some minutes. When quiet was restored he went on, "and Merritt Crawford, his able lieutenant." More applause.

While this was going on Rob was shaking his fist at Merritt indignantly.

Modest as most true heroes, he had, of course, already quietly received the thanks of the janitor's wife and the man himself for his daring rescue and hoped that the matter would end there. But this public acknowledgment was too much for him. As for Merritt, he was chuckling for a minute, but as his own name was announced he turned a fiery red and cried out in a voice that was audible to the front rows:

"Commodore, I thought you were going to leave me out!"

This caused a great laugh among those who heard it, and Rob felt revenged. But the worst ordeal for the two boys still was ahead of them.

Above the din of applause that greeted the close of Mr. Wingate's speech, they heard that gentleman cry for silence. When quiet was restored he turned around toward the gymnasium door and cried:

"I now ask Rob Blake and Merritt Crawford to come forward and receive a slight token of esteem from their fellow townsmen."

"Go on!" cried the Scouts behind Rob and Merritt, under cover of a vigorous salvo of hand-clapping.

There was no use hanging back, and Rob and Merritt, looking very ill at ease, stepped out before the crowd. If the applause had been loud before it was terrific then. The hall fairly shook under it. Timid folks glanced upward at the roof to make sure it was not going to be blown off by enthusiasm. But at last, from sheer weariness, even the most vigorous applauders ceased. Then came a cry in a stentorian voice, traced to the foreman of the Fire Vigilants.

"Three cheers for Rob Blake and Merritt Crawford!"

"Second the motion!" came a tempest of cries from all parts of the hall.

Commodore Wingate drew from his coat tail pockets two velvet boxes. He opened them and in each there lay, glittering on a bed of purple plush, two miniature firemen's helmets of solid gold set with diamonds. On the back of each was inscribed: "From a grateful community to a Boy Scout hero." Then followed the date, the name of the boy receiving the gift and the village seal. Stepping forward the Scout Master pinned to the breast of each lad the gleaming trophies which would ever be among their proudest possessions.

In the fresh applause that followed there were a few who did not join.

These were Max Ramsay, Hodge Berry and their cronies, all of whom cordially disliked the Boy Scouts and hated to see them the idols of the village. While the applause was still sounding in l.u.s.ty salvoes they slipped out with mischievous looks on their faces. Perhaps Andy Bowles'

guess that they were up to some prank designed to work harm to the Boy Scouts was not so far from the mark.

To relate in detail all that took place that evening would occupy too much s.p.a.ce. Suffice it to say that the drills and exercises went off with a snap, and that some of the games played proved full of laughter and merriment. As the audience filed out, more than one former lukewarm citizen was heard to remark that the Boy Scout organization was a "mighty fine thing for lads, and that the Eagles in particular not only shone themselves, but reflected credit on their home town."

But with the departure of the crowd, all was not over. For some time, the boys' gym buzzed with chat and laughter. Naturally, Rob and Merritt were the centers of attraction, and the two gold, diamond-studded helmets were handed about till it seemed that they must actually wear out from constant handling! At last it was too late to delay their departure for home any longer. When the impromptu meeting did finally break up, however, every fellow belonging to the Eagles felt deep down in his heart that their organization, despite criticism and even open enmity, had proved its right to exist, and, what was more, had even proved its necessity in raising ideals and standards among the lads of the community.

"We'll march out, fellows," declared Rob, "and as each chap's home or corner is reached he can fall out of the ranks."

"Good idea," was the cry, and then:

"Fall in! Fall in!" shouted Merritt.

"Lights out," was the next order and the pus.h.i.+ng of the electric light switch plunged the place into darkness.

"March!" and off they went, two by two, each Scout marching as smartly as a trained veteran.

Outside, on the landing, it was very dark. The blackness was made, so to speak, doubly black by the fact that they had just been in a brilliantly lighted room.

"Look out for the steps, boys! They're steep!" warned Rob, as his detachment of young Scouts marched downward.

Hardly had he spoken when the two lads marching in front, Hiram and Paul, gave a stumble and a yell. The next instant they rolled down the steep stairway to the street. Before they could take advantage of the warning, three more pairs, including Merritt, had likewise executed a bob forward and gone toppling down the staircase to the sidewalk. They all landed in a heap.

"Look out there! The steps have been soaped!" Rob had just time to call out and save the rest from disaster.

The light from a street lamp gave a feeble gleam on the struggling group below. The rest of the boys, huddled for a moment above, by exercising great care, managed to get over the well-soaped and slippery steps without coming to grief. One of them was Andy Bowles.

"I just thought that Max Ramsay and Hodge Berry and their bunch were up to some tricks when I saw them round here, and I guess I was right, too.

How about it, Rob?"

"I'm inclined to think you were," responded Bob. "How are you, fellows?

All right?" he asked as the downfallen Scouts picked themselves up.

"All present and accounted for," declared Merritt, as they all stood up, vigorously brus.h.i.+ng dust and dirt from their trig uniforms, "except for a few bruises I guess we're all right."

"Hark!" cried Hiram suddenly, "what's that?"

From somewhere near by, possibly from some bushes that grew further down the street came the sound of suppressed giggling and cat-calls. There was no doubt as to what excited the merriment of the unseen scoffers, nor was there, in fact, any difficulty in guessing their ident.i.ty.

Rob hardly knew whether to laugh or be angry. Others of the Patrol had no such hesitancy.

"It's that Max Ramsay crowd," shouted Tubby angrily. "Come out here if you're not cowards."

A sound of scuffling and retreating footsteps followed this challenge.

"There they go," shouted Hiram, "the sneaks!"

"Let's capture some of them and make them pay dearly for those soapy stairs!" shouted Paul.

"What about it, Rob?" asked Merritt anxiously.

But Rob shook his head.

"Let them go," he said. "None of us are hurt, and if they are mean enough to find satisfaction in such tricks, let them."

"Well, I'll take it out of them for this skinned ankle sooner or later,"

declared Tubby, hopping about and nursing the injured member.

"Same here," came from one or two of the Scouts angrily. "They won't get away with anything like that."

"Humph! I've just recollected," said Tubby suddenly. "There's some rule or other that says Scouts mustn't fight."

Rob was instantly appealed to by half a dozen anxious voices owned by the victims of the soapy stairs.

"Well," he said, "of course no Scout is supposed to engage in fisticuffs except in actual self-defense; but--well I guess there's a limit."

"And it's been reached," muttered Tubby vindictively.

"Fall in!" cried Rob.