"There is no one to bother us
up here in the woods. Do you think there is any need of it?" he
asked quizzically.
"I should think there was," declared Pepper, "if Monkey Rae is
about."
"I hadn't thought of that," admitted the colonel. "Giving me some
of my own advice, aren't you? Always be prepared. I don't know but
what I had better follow it."
Going back into the house he returned with a padlock with which he
fastened the door.
"There's Gerald Moore, he would join us," began Jack, taking up
the subject of the patrol again.
"Gerald Moore!" exclaimed Rand in a doubtful tone.
"What is the matter with him?" asked the colonel.
"He is the son of the janitor at the bank," replied Rand, "and--"
"Anything wrong about him?" continued the colonel.
"No," replied Rand, "but--"
"Oh!" said the colonel dryly, "I see. I suppose you all know the
scout law."
"Not yet," replied Jack. "Rand read it to us, but we haven't learned
it yet."
"Let me see," continued the colonel musingly, "how does number four
go?"
"It says," read Rand, "a scout is a friend to all and a brother to
every other scout, no matter to what social class the other belongs.
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