"Tut! Tut!" cried the colonel, "that won't do!"
"Oh, it doesn't matter," said Jack, "I've plenty more."
"No," corrected the colonel, "you should rely on only one. Now,
suppose we are out on the plains and this is your last match. Let
me show you how to do it."
Stooping down, the colonel waited a moment until there was a lull
in the wind, when he struck the match, shielding it with his hand
until it blazed up, and then touched it to the leaves, which,
catching the fire, were soon blazing fiercely.
"Now, then," went on the colonel, "we don't want the enemy swooping
down on us again. Don't you think it would be a good plan to throw
out a picket to keep guard?"
"I think it would," replied Rand, "although I don't think that he
will come back."
"You mustn't depend upon that," cautioned the colonel. "Always think
he will do the most unlikely thing. A good scout is always on the
alert, especially in the enemy's country."
"We didn't know we were in the enemy's country," said Rand, "but
I guess it is the enemy's country, wherever Monkey is.
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