The Boy Scouts Patrol | Page 7

"All right, drive ahead."
"3. A Scout's duty is to be useful and help others.
"4. A Scout is a friend to ail, and a brother to every other Scout, no
matter to what social class the other belongs.
"5. A Scout is courteous."
"Now it is my turn," interpolated Rand, pulling in another fish.
"6," he went on, "A Scout is a friend to animals.
"7. A Scout obeys orders by his parents, patrol leader, or Scoutmaster,
without question.
"8. A Scout smiles and whistles under all circumstances.
"9. A Scout is thrifty."
"Crickets!" cried Pepper when Rand finished, "there's a whole lot to
learn, ain't there? We shall have to get busy. Is there any more to it?"
"Know the composition of the National flag and how to fly it," read
Rand.

"I guess I can get ten on that, all right," remarked Pepper.
"And tie four of the following knots: Reef, sheet-bend, clove-hitch,
bow line, middleman's, fisherman's, sheepshank," finished Rand.
"We can pass on that all right," commented Pepper. "Say, what time is
it? I begin to feel as if I would like a bite--one of the other kind. Don't
you think we have fish enough?"
"Do you think so?" asked Don gravely. "Better look them over and be
sure. The rest of us may want some, you know."
"Oh, I guess there is enough to go around," replied Pepper, with a laugh.
"I am not so bad as that."
"Well, if you are sure there are enough," said Rand, "we might go on
shore and do some cooking. I say, pull up the anchor, Jack, and you
needn't go after it, you know."
"Oh, just as you say," replied Jack, hauling up the kedge.

CHAPTER V
OUT OF THE RIVER
"Here comes the Dart," announced Jack, as a hoarse whistle sounded
down the river. The anchor had, by this time, been lifted into the boat
and they had started to row toward the shore. "She has a whistle like an
ocean liner."
"You want to look out for the swell," warned Pepper, "she kicks up a
bigger swell than any other boat on the river."
"As big as the Hudson or Fulton?" asked Donald. "Why, they are half a
dozen times as big as she is."
"She isn't one-eighth their size," replied Jack, "but she has got more

power, for her size, than any of them. She has three smokestacks like
the Fulton. Just see her come!"
The Dart, a long, low, white yacht, was coming up the river at full
speed, the water curling away from her bow in a miniature cascade, the
powerful engines driving her through the water with the speed of an
express train.
"Gee!" cried Pepper, "look at her come. Say, she'd make Fulton with
the Clermont think he was traveling backward if he was here. She is
sure some boat."
"Who owns her?" asked Donald.
"She belongs to Mr. Whilden," replied Jack. "He is president of the
Dart Motor-cycle Company, you know."
"Gee!" cried Pepper, "I wish he was my uncle, or something."
"What for, Pepper?" queried Rand. "Want him to invite you to go
yachting?"
"That wouldn't be bad," affirmed Pepper, "and maybe if he liked my
looks he might take a fancy to me and give me a cycle. Say, fellows,
wouldn't it be great if we all had motor-cycles!"
"In my opinion," interjected Donald, "'tis just a waste of time wishing
for what ye'll no get."
"Oh, there is no harm in wishing," returned Pepper. "You might just as
well wish for a big thing as a little one."
"Just look at the wave following her," interrupted Jack. "It must be
more than five feet higher than the level of the river. We will have to
keep head on if we don't want to be swamped."
"See that canoe over there," broke in Pepper, and pointing to another
boat. "They will be in trouble pretty soon if they don't watch out."

"Where away?" asked Rand.
"Over there by the other shore," replied Pepper. "They will turn turtle
sure, if that wave catches them sideways."
The boys were resting on their oars, watching the rapidly-approaching
boat.
"Maybe we had better row over that way," suggested Donald. "There
are a couple of girls in the canoe and they may need some help."
"That chap is all right," concluded Rand, after he had watched the
canoe for a little while. "He knows how to handle it. He is doing fine.
See, he is just touching the water with his paddle, so as to keep it
head-on. Maybe he thinks we will need some help."
Nevertheless, the boys kept on a course that would bring them near
enough to the canoe to aid its occupants if they should need it.
"Now look at