“Bring on your job,” cried Frank.
“Trot it out,” said Billy.
“Count me in,” added Tom.
Warm approval shone in Wilson’s eyes.
“I didn’t think I’d have to look much farther,” he said. “I’ve been on scouting trips with you fellows before and there’s nobody I’d rather have at my back if it came to a scrap. Go and get your black scouting suits and blacken your faces too. It’s going to be a black night but we can’t take too many precautions. When you’re ready, report to me and I’ll give you your instructions. Of course I’m going with you.”
He passed on and the boys looked at each other.
“Wonder what the corp has on his mind?” remarked Frank.
“Something risky you can bet,” said Billy.
“Well, you have to hand it to Wilson,” observed Tom. “You notice he said he was going with us. He doesn’t ask anyone to go where he won’t go himself.”
In a few minutes they had donned their scout suits and blackened their faces and reported to the corporal. They found him at his quarters dressed like themselves. By this time it was fully dark and time to start.