“Well, boys, we’ve had a pretty strenuous day—or days. I think that the Boy Scouts of the Air deserve a little holiday.”
“The Boy Scouts of the Air?” asked one of the waiting group.
“Yes, the Boy Scouts of the Air, of Flathead Mountain, with a membership of five.”
“Oh!” came a disappointed murmur from the rest.
“But I think we’ll make the holiday general, and maybe the Air Patrol can enroll some new members. So to-morrow we’ll just scatter and enjoy ourselves our own way.” The shout that went up left no doubt that the decision was popular.
“Three cheers for the Boy Scouts of the Air!” came from a score of throats as the doctor turned to go in.
“Rah for Doctor Byrd!” came from the five Boy Scouts of the Air in return.
CHAPTER XXIV
MOUNTAIN LION BRIDGE
“How you going to spend your holiday?” asked Bad of Hal the next morning when the two chanced to meet on the campus.
“Sh! Not so loud,” was the reply. “I’m going to explore Kenyon Cave.”