A story of two patrol leaders of the Boy Scouts who began as bitter enemies, but ended as warm friends and close associates.
nted in no time. But I found that a useful man in the firing-line isn't made in a hurry. What a time he had with some of us fellows, who scarcely knew which end of a rifle to put to the shoulder!' And Mr. Elliott chuckled at the recollection.
'Have you read the first part of B.-P.'s book, Dick?' he asked in a moment.
'No,' replied Dick. 'I should like to uncommonly.'
'Here's a copy,' said Mr. Elliott, drawing the small paper-covered volume from his pocket. 'I bought it in London yesterday. Look it through, and if you and your chums like the idea of it, remember that I shall always be ready to lend you a hand if you wish to make a start.'
THE FOUNDING OF THE WOLF PATROL
On the next Monday evening Dick burst into his uncle's house like a whirlwind. Mr. Elliott was in his 'den,' reading the paper, and he looked up with a smile as the boy entered.
'Oh, uncle,' cried out Dick, 'can't we begin scouting at once?
