"Gee!" exclaimed Sandy. "Whenever I get into this anti-mosquito rig, I feel like an armored train!"
Twilight lay heavy over the landscape now, and so the boys were confronted by a dark interior as they stepped into the cabin.
"Who's got a searchlight handy?" asked Will.
Tommy replied that he would have a light on in a second, but before the finger of light from the electric shot into the room, Will half fell over a yielding figure which lay on the floor not for away from the table.
Then the circle of light, thrown hastily down, rested upon the white, drawn face of a boy not far from sixteen years of age. There was a little showing of blood on the floor, and his eyes were tightly closed, indicating that he had been rendered unconscious by a wound.
The lad was dressed in the khaki uniform of the Boy Scouts of America, and the badge on his hat showed that he was Leader of the Fox Patrol.
A long envelope torn open at one end and bearing the name of Will Smith, lay empty by the lad's side.
"Where did he come from?" cried Tommy, "and who is he?"
"Must have dropped out of the sky!" declared Sandy.