And now he began to chafe because he was delaying the march. It was almost noon. The two renegade recruits had not come along yet. They might not come at all; they might be looking around for Sally, without sense enough to read the sign. But the major was anxious to be pushing on again.
"I don't think you ought to," objected Fitz.
"But I'm all right."
"You may not be, if you stir around much," said Red Fox Scout Ward.
"What do you want me to do? Lie here for the rest of my life?" The major was cross.
"No; but you ought to be carried some place where you can have a doctor, if it's appendicitis."
"I don't believe it is. It's just a sort of colic. I'm all right now, if we go slowly."
"But don't you think that we'd better find some place where we can take you?" asked Fitz.
"You fellows leave me, then, and go on. Somebody will come along, or I'll follow slow. Those Red Foxes must get to their train, and you two Elks must carry the message through on time."
"Not much!" exclaimed both the Red Foxes, indignant. "What kind of Scouts do you think we are? You'll need more than two men, if there's much carrying to be done. We stick."