That put us some miles on
the way. If you've rested enough, Bud, perhaps we would better be on
the move again. The sun is getting close to the diving line, you
notice."
"Here goes, then!"
With these words Bud Morgan, first-class scout and one of the leading
boys in the Wolf Patrol, inserted his arms in the loops of the pack
he was handling, and managed to heave it on to his sturdy back.
His companion did likewise, for each of them was "toting" much more
than the customary amount of luggage that a scout on the hike would
carry with him.
This comrade was an agile chap, about the same weight as Bud, but
with a wide-awake expression on his face that let everybody know in
the start that he was one of those born leaders who forge to the
front through circumstances often beyond their control.
Hugh Hardin was not only leader of the Wolf Patrol. Sometimes he had
been deputized to act in place of the regular scout master of the
troop, when Lieutenant Denmead and Assistant Rawson chanced to be
called away and could not serve. So well had Hugh carried out his
task on such occasions, it was generally accepted as a foregone
conclusion that in case the latter officer resigned, as he had lately
given hints of doing, Hugh would be elected in his stead.
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