ON THE SWIFT RADWAY
"Let me work my flags a little, and tell the other boat the news!" suggested Jud; and as no one objected he got busy.
It was good practice, and he had something worth while to communicate, so
Jud enjoyed the task.
By the time he was through, lunch was ready, the coffee having boiled enough to please the most critical among the boys.
"Rain seems to be letting up some," remarked Gusty Bellows, as they gathered around to discuss what was to be their first meal of the trip.
"Oh! I hope it isn't going to tantalize us, and raise our hopes only to dash 'em down again," said Gusty.
"From the signs I don't think we're through with it all yet," Paul observed; and as they had considerable faith in the acting scout master as a weather prophet, there arose a sigh of satisfaction at this remark.
"Take a look, and see if she's still moving up the scale, Paul," begged the anxious Phil Towns.
When this had been done, there was a look of eager expectancy on every face.
"Over a full inch since the start," Paul reported.