It started when the two boys who had gone in search of Harry returned to camp a few minutes after reveille, passing the Hyenas’ tent.
“All right when we turned in. Any news?”
“No—couldn’t find a sign of his friend. He may have gone back to Ticonderoga. He didn’t come along this road—that’s sure.”
“Maybe he’s up on Dibble Mountain making rice puddings.”
“Keep quiet, you’ll wake him.”
All this Gordon heard in a delicious half-sleep.
“We met a chap on a bicycle from a summer place up Crown Point way—said he was hunting for a hand-bag a lady left on a stone wall—auto6 broke down and she sat on the wall to wait for them to fix it.”
“You can search me,” said another.
“Guess she’ll never see it again.”
“Oh, she may, you can’t tell; the bicycle chap may find it. Nobody’s likely to have noticed it on a stone wall at night—it’s early yet. Honest, didn’t you hear anything of that Oakwood chap?”
“Didn’t we tell you, no?”
“Gone back to the log jam, I guess. The kid’ll be awful disappointed. He’s got the bee in his bonnet8 that his friend’s as clever as he is,—he’s a mighty9 nice little fellow.”
“Sure, it’s fun to see him grin when you jolly him. Wade’s stuck on him, all right.”
“Yes, and he’s got Al hypnotized.”
By this time the Hyenas were dragging themselves heavily from their cots and sleepily aiding the conversation.
“I’d like to know what was the use of sending that message, anyway. We might have known it wouldn’t do any good. Why, man alive, if any one did sneak10 down that road, it must have been an hour before we got the fire started. Chuck my belt over here, will you, Dan?”
“Well, it was good exercise, anyway. Oh, but my arm is stiff!”
The camp was soon astir, and Gordon, wrestling desperately11 to suppress his scout12 smile, came forth13 with the last stragglers. He stood in the fresh morning air, watching the routine, which began early. A boy with a pointed7 stick moved about, spearing papers and depositing them in a box for burning. “No news of your pal14?” said he, as he passed. Gordon smiled and said nothing. Another boy was hurrying here and there, filling, trimming, and wiping lanterns. “Hello, Oakwood,” he called, “guess your patrol leader was asleep at the switch when we sent that little fire note—don’t you care.” Several others were rigging a rope fence outside Walter’s tent, where a Red Cross flag had already been raised. Everything seemed to move like clockwork. Two boys came in for firewood and departed for more. One was sorting and chopping the pieces. Others were setting the long table-board with plates, while the savory15 odor of coffee came from the lean-to. Gordon wandered among these early toilers, responding to a pleasant word or a good-natured taunt16 from each, fascinated with this first view of genuine camp life.
Mr. Wade sat at a small table under a tree, while several scouts17 hovered18 near, waiting his leisure. Al Wilson, standing19 at his elbow, beckoned20 to Gordon.
“Don’t you worry,” said he. “No doubt your friend is all right. I think he may have gone into Ticonderoga. Most of the folks around here know our camp, and I guess you’ll see him come walking in before the day’s over. And don’t think that he ought to have made good—it was impossible.”
“The fellows say you could have done it,” ventured Gordon.
“Well, I couldn’t. I might have made out the message, but that’s all the good it would have done me. None of us can do the impossible, can we, Mr. Wade?”
“Not as a rule,” said Mr. Wade, intent on his writing. Presently he handed three small pieces of birch-bark to a boy, on each of which was written in lead pencil, “10:30.” These were for the patrol leaders and meant, “Come to council.” Atwell, leader of the Hyenas, received his while helping22 to raise the colors, and was puzzled. Al read his in silence and was puzzled, too, but knew better than to question his chief. Frankie, leader of the Elephants, standing in the door of his tent, took his with great condescension23.
“Frankie got a pretty picture card?” asked a passing scout. For answer, Frankie let fly a huge, overripe pear, which went to its mark with deadly precision.
“I suppose you know those Hyenas are a bunch of jolliers,” he remarked to Gordon, who stood near.
“I don’t mind that,” Gordon answered.
“Well, you would if you were I. But I’ve got a way to fix them. It’s my corporal’s idea. You’re going to be here through to-day, aren’t you? Well, you’ll see some fun. I’ve got to attend council at ten-thirty, and after that I’ve called a special patrol meeting to consider the plan.”
“That’s one of the worst of the lot,” said Frankie, confidentially25.
“What’s the plan?” Gordon asked.
“You’ll see—it’ll be the Laughing Elephants by to-night.”
In a little while came the call to prayers, then breakfast. There was a camp historian in the Albany troop whose business it was to record the doings of each day and to read the entries of the day before, every morning before the campers rose from the early meal. Since the patrols often went about their pleasures separately and the boys were wont26 to wander off in pairs for a day of fishing, stalking, or exploring, it fell out that this record often contained matter unfamiliar27 to the camp as a whole, and so its reading was awaited with interest.
This morning, owing to the affair of Walter Lee, it would have a special interest. For Mr. Wade had been so much occupied during the evening and night before that none had ventured to question him.
When the meal was finished Henry Earle, the historian, rose at his place and, according to custom, first announced the camp routine for the day.
Plans for any special expeditions were submitted to Mr. Wade and then handed to Earle. From these he now read:
“The Raven28 patrol attends to the cooking from to-day until the 10th inclusive. Not more than two members to leave camp at one time for longer than an hour. No sentry29 duty. Collins relieved of all patrol duties because of troop duty.” (Collins was “First Aid” boy.) “The Hyena Patrol canoes to the Lake this afternoon for fishing. Elephant Patrol to accompany them for outing and assistance.” (Smiles from the Raven Patrol.) “Meals as usual. Camp-fire yarns30 to-night. Blake to go into the village for mail and errands; must have commissions and letters before eleven o’clock. Patrol leaders in conference with scoutmaster at 10:30. No leaves of absence for this evening.”
He thrust the papers into his pocket and took up his book. The brief record of Walter Lee’s return, with the circumstances, was read. Gordon’s name was mentioned without comment or compliment. The troop listened attentively31.
“The suspicions of robbery were entertained,” Earle read, “because of a footprint and other signs near the chasm32. The visit of two country boys to camp a few days ago and the conversation they heard about Walter’s visiting home to get money for a canoe were regarded with some suspicion. It was thought that the fugitive33 might have taken the road under the hill, and as the friend and scout partner of Gordon Lord was supposed to be waiting for him on the road under Dibble Mountain, a Morse signal message was sent up telling Lord’s whereabouts and asking him to watch the road. But the fugitive, it appears, did not take the road.”
At this sentence the boys started, and a stir of surprise passed round the board. Even the quiet Al Wilson looked inquiringly at Mr. Wade. Gordon wrestled34 valiantly35 with his scout smile, and looked straight before him.
“At ten minutes after two this morning,” the reader continued, “a scout, Harry Arnold by name, leader of the Beaver36 Patrol, 1st Oakwood, N. J., Troop, brought to camp and delivered to Mr. E. C. Wade, Scoutmaster, a wallet containing two letters and forty dollars belonging to Walter Lee.”
Murmurs37 of astonishment38 followed this announcement. Gordon’s eyes were riveted39 upon a distant tree.
“The full details of how he received and read the Morse message, made sure that no one had gone along the road, traced the robber by means of finger prints on the flooring of a bridge, and followed his trail over hard land by the print of a nail embedded40 in his shoe; how he came upon the thief in the very act of hiding his booty near his home, took it from him and brought it here; these details belong to the history of the 1st Oakwood Troop, Oakwood, N. J., and will constitute a glorious page in that troop’s annals.”
Gordon, still looking straight before him, had conquered his scout smile; yet he was not wholly victorious41, for instead his eyes were brimming over.
“Where is he? Where is he, anyway?” shouted several boys, jumping up. Cattell rose, knocking over a cup, stumbled round the board, and clapped Gordon on the shoulder. “Where is he?” he shouted. “Let’s have a look at him.” Al Wilson came around and placed his arm over Gordon’s shoulder, smiling, saying nothing. Some one suggested the tepee, and it was not till a roystering, shouting group had started in that direction that Gordon got himself under control. They did not wait for him. They had forgotten him. But Harry Arnold, his chum, his friend, his idol42, had made good, as he always made good, and they were going to honor him. This was joy enough for Gordon. Then, realizing what they were bent43 on doing, he rushed pell-mell in pursuit, and coming between them and the closed tepee, spread out his arms.
“You can’t go in, fellows,” he panted. “He’s asleep and Mr. Wade doesn’t want him waked up. He’s awfully44 tired—honest, he is!” Then, as they paused, he said, as if on second thought, and so as not to make their disappointment too heavy, “But if you come quiet, you can peek in and take a look at him if you want to.”
An hour later Harry sat down to a belated but welcome breakfast, served by enthusiastic Ravens45 who rejoiced in their special privilege to minister to his comfort. A continually changing group lolled about the long board, asking questions and commenting on his exploit. He answered all their questions in his easy, careless way, correcting when they overrated the difficulty of this or that.
“Oh, no,” he said, answering one of Al Wilson’s questions, “hard ground’s better than soft when there’s a loose nail in a shoe or anything sticking on the sole—there’s nothing hard about following that—anybody could do it.”
“That’s just like him! That’s just like him!” cried Gordon, excitedly.
His breakfast over, Harry wandered about, a dozen Albany scouts surrounding him. Gordon walked over to the boy who was clearing the table and whispered to him confidentially. “You can’t get him to wear a belt,” said he. “Red Deer tried to, and his corporal gave him an alligator-skin one, but he wouldn’t wear it—he just wears that book-strap. And we can’t get him to wear the scout uniform—he likes that blue shirt,—he’s very funny about some things.”
“Eccentricities of genius,” suggested Al Wilson, who stood near.
“He won’t even wear a coat,” said Gordon.
“Never mind,” said Al, “let him wear what he likes.”
There was never a happier boy than Gordon Lord that morning. In the excitement of Harry’s coming his own adventure of the day before had fallen into the shadow. No one spoke46 of that now, but Harry knew about it and had praised him, and that was enough. He was constantly near his friend, feasting on the praises which Harry, much to his discomfort47, was forced to hear. The rule requiring a scout to “smile and look pleasant” was obeyed by Gordon to the full ability of his mouth. But the climax48 of his triumph was reached as they sat about under a huge oak waiting for the early dinner which was to precede the trip down to the lake. Harry lolled indolently on the sward, amusing himself with mumbly-peg, and occasionally joining in the conversation.
“Wonder if that bicycle chap found the bag he was after?” one said.
“Like enough—nobody’d see it in the dark and he was out early.”
“What kind of a bag was it, anyway?”
“Oh, kind of—this—what do you call it—mesh-work, he said.”
“Bottle of smelling salts in it?” asked Harry, as he twirled his jack-knife and sent it plunging49 into the earth.
The boys stared.
“Sure,” answered one of those who had met the bicyclist. “What do you know about it?”
Harry laid the blade of his knife between two fingers, eyed it critically, and struck the bone handle with the first finger of his other hand. The knife made four complete somersaults and landed upright in the grass.
“Handkerchief—sixteen cents?” said he.
“Sure!” cried the astonished boy.
Harry fumbled50 in his pocket, brought forth the reticule, and slung51 it by its chain to the boy who had spoken. Then he held his knife suspended vertically52 and, forming a ring with his thumb and finger about twelve inches below it, dropped the knife through the ring.
“Can you do that, Kid?” he said to Gordon, who sat near him.
“Where’d you get this bag?” asked the boy who held it.
“Picked it up on a stone wall near where there’d been an automobile53 accident.”
“How did you know there was an automobile accident?” chimed in another.
“Oh, I don’t know—just noticed it—that is, the signs of it—there was an auto, that’s sure, and somebody doing acrobatic tricks in the road. Who does the bag belong to, do you know?”
“Lady in Crown Point, that’s all I know.”
“We’ll have to hunt her up, Kid; here” (handing the knife to Gordon) “try this—it’s a good trick—I bet you pull your fingers away. This is the hardest one I ever did.”
“Then you admit there’s something hard you can do,” laughed Al Wilson, admiringly.
“Oh, yes,” Harry laughed back. “I’m the star mumbly-peg player—hey, Kid?” And he slapped Gordon on the shoulder. But Gordon was too astonished to speak.
The meeting of the patrol leaders with Mr. Wade had taken place earlier in the morning, but no one had been able to get a clue as to what it was all about. Frankie carried himself with an air of profound mystery—but that was for reasons of his own. Of course, Al Wilson knew, but you couldn’t pry54 anything out of Al with a crowbar.
The dinner hour came, and it was a merry company that gathered around the rough, tree-shaded board. The trip to the lake was discussed, talk of canoes, fishing tackle, and such things went round, and an occasional remark, in a particularly loud, significant tone, about Frankie and the Elephants, passed from one Hyena to another. But the Elephants paid no heed55 to these flippant observations.
When Mr. Wade rose from the table, he asked the entire troop to gather in fifteen minutes under the “assembly tree.” This was a spreading oak from whose low branches hung a variety of forest trophies56, masterpieces of whittling57 and willowworking (the product of rainy afternoons), and other specimens58 of camp handiwork. About six feet from the ground a rough board with ragged59 ends had been fastened to the trunk, on which was carved the quotation60:
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
This had been their meeting-place ever since they started camp. Here two of Frankie’s patrol, the Stetson brothers, having come from the city to join the scouts, had stood in the dim, solemn light under the thick branches, and taken the Scouts’ Oath to do their duty to God and country, to help others at all times, and to obey the Scout Law. Here Fred Brownell, Hyena, had stood before the Court of Honor and received from Mr. Wade’s hand the badge for marksmanship, which Frankie’s vote had helped to award him. For Frankie was incorruptible in the discharge of public duties, and his worst jollier could be sure of justice at his hands.
The full troop always gathered here for morning prayers and to sing the patriotic63 anthem64 when the sun went down. There was always a quiet atmosphere under this green roof, and the boys, as they straggled into the old tree’s shade, removed their hats and stood together in little groups. Harry and Gordon stood apart.
Presently Mr. Wade came out of the tepee and through the assembled boys to his usual place, directly under the rustic65 sign.
“Scouts,” he said, “it is written in the law that it is a scout’s duty to be useful and to help others, even though he give up his own pleasure or comfort or safety to do it, and that he is bound to carry out an order to the very best of his ability, and to let nothing interfere66 with his doing so.”
(“He means you,” whispered Gordon.
“Nonsense!” answered Harry.)
“If he be a good scout, he may conceive a mere67 suggestion, a hint, to be an order, and map out his own path of duty as if he were acting68 under command. The path may lead him among strangers. He may have to decide his duty, standing alone, without counsel, in the darkness of the night. But that is the law.”
(“He does mean you,” protested Gordon.
“Keep still, will you.”)
“The hint may come to him in such a way that an ordinary boy—I had almost said an ordinary scout—could not have known his duty from it. We are not all equally favored by Providence69.”
(“There, what more do you want?” whispered Gordon, excitedly.
“Nonsense,” said Harry, blushing a little.)
“He may limit himself to the letter of the law if he chooses,” continued Mr. Wade, “but he usually follows its spirit. The path of his duty may wind its way through hardship or suffering or peril70, but these things he will not see.”
(“Tha—”
“Keep still, I tell you!” whispered Harry.)
“If he be a scout favored by the gods and have the gift of prowess—”
(“That’s you, sure!”
“Oh, give us a rest!”)
“—the measure of his achievement may be large, and applause and admiration71 follow after him to pay him tribute.”
(Harry managed with difficulty to control Gordon.)
“The path may lead him to the wounded, the dying. It may bring him face to face with the guilty and the desperate.”
This time Gordon had no chance to whisper, for a shout went up that echoed back from the hill to meet another and still another, yelled out by a score of boys, who waved their arms and threw their hats in the air.
“Hurrah for Oakwood! Hurray for the Beavers72! Hurray for the Beavers’ leader! Hurray for Gordon Lord!”
Mr. Wade’s upraised arm could not stem the tide, nor could Gordon turn it all upon his friend. His attempt to do so, the tendency that he had shown from the first, only increased their admiration and enthusiasm for him. It was as if a dam had burst and overwhelmed him—a dam which had been seeking vent21 for two days. Harry patted Gordon proudly on the shoulder.
“Hurray for Oakwood!” went up again and again. “Hurrah for Harry Arnold! Three cheers for Kid Lord!”
A rousing “tiger” was given, and then Mr. Wade motioned again for silence.
“I have been authorized73 by our three patrols,” he said, “represented by their leaders, to present to Harry Arnold, leader of the Beaver Patrol, 1st Oakwood, N. J., Troop, and to Gordon Lord, one of his scouts, the swastika badge of gratitude74.
“These badges were made especially for our troop,” he went on, looking toward Gordon and Harry, “and were planned by us as a means of offering some grateful tribute to those who, whether scouts or not, may chance to do us some special service. Intrinsically they are mere trifles,” he said, holding up a small swastika of narrow band silver, “but they will serve as souvenirs to keep in memory deeds of which you two boys may be justly proud. They are given ‘lest you forget’ for your memories, it appears, are poor. One of you has already forgotten his achievement of last evening in praising the achievement of his friend; and his friend’s interest in mumbly-peg seems to be so great that he can remember little else.”
A general laugh followed this.
“He’s got eyes in the back of his head,” Frankie whispered confidentially, in Harry’s ear. “He’s on to everything.”
“These little testimonials of our admiration and gratitude are given you with the wish that you will remain with us as long as you can. But we realize that you are searching for your own troop, and we must not detain you long. It is the earnest request of our three patrols, who agree in this if in nothing else” (he glanced slyly at Frankie and at the Hyenas’ leader) “that you, at least, remain for camp-fire this evening and let us have you for our guests one night more.”
Harry stepped forward and received the little silver swastika badge in his easy, offhand75, but not ungrateful manner; then Gordon, beaming with pride and delight, and smiling his scout smile from ear to ear. It was the first honor he had received from the Boy Scouts, and though many honors were to come his way, there was never another one which gave him just the same pleasure. And though he was destined76 to learn much, there was one thing that he never learned, and that was why, with such a fellow as Harry Arnold to admire, scouts, young and old (to say nothing of scoutmasters), loved to make him smile his scout smile and persisted in helping him, in jollying him, in liking77 him, and in cheering him like wild Indians whenever they got the chance.
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| n.(严重的)危险；危险的事物 | |
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