"Danny's afraid," the mocker explained; "that's where the dead man swings."
Biddie strolled forward. "Alex will be enough to work Elsie's right," he said to McKenzie. "Give me the Death Head trail. You'll need Dan here about the camp."
But Danny raised his head quickly. It is true that his face was dead-white, but his head was up.
"I'll go to the Death Head," he said to McKenzie.
The crowd was dumb-struck.
"But you got white-livered and backed down—" L. C. began, after the first shock of his surprise.
"I wouldn't go when you dared me to," said the tenderfoot, "but this is—different." And he added in his heart: "This is for my country."
"But he is afraid," put in Roger. "Look at him!"
McKenzie took a long, straight look into Danny's white face and determined eyes, and then turned to Roger.
"All the gamer of him," he said, "to go in spite of being afraid—that's the stuff that Pershing is looking for. And Mr. Gordon says that a boy who 'isn't afraid of anything' hasn't sense enough to be trusted with a commission. "Kid," he continued, turning to Danny, "you find out all that there is to be known about the Death Head vicinity before you show up in camp again."