It seemed to me that they were showing what Scouts can do, too! They were splendid, those Red Foxes.
"The major'll just fuss and fret, you know," finished Van. "That's what has sent his temperature up, already."
"Well," said Fitz, slowly, "we'll see. We Elks appreciate how you other Scouts have stuck and helped. Don't we, Jim?"
"We sure do," I agreed. "But we don't want to ride a free horse to death."
"Bosh!" laughed Van. "We're all Scouts. That's enough."
Red Fox Scout Ward beckoned to us.
"The major wants you," he said.
We went in. The major did not look good to me. His cheeks were getting flushed and his eyes were large and rabbity.
"I can't quiet him," claimed Ward, low, as we entered.
"Do you know this is the fourteenth day?" piped the major. "I've been counting up and it is. I'm sure it is."