“Thanks. You’re the boy, Nix!”
The brotherly act accomplished, there was silence in the cave where the four boys had again stretched themselves while young Day crept up over the woods.
Suddenly Leon’s voice was heard ambiguously muttering in the cave’s recess: “If it’s The Thing, every fellow wants to be in it!”
“Say! fellows, I’ve got an idea,” he put forth aloud.
“Out with it, if it’s worth anything!” from Colin.
“Oh, for heaven’s sake, Leon! get it out quick, and let us go to sleep again!” pleaded Coombsie, who knew that if Starrie Chase was oppressed by an idea, other boys would hear it in his time, not in theirs.
“I propose that after we get home—when my ankle is better—we start a boy scout patrol in our town and call it the Owl Patrol! I guess we’ve heard the owls—different kinds—often enough to-night, to be able to imitate one or other of them.”
“Good enough! The Scout’s is the life for me!” sang out Colin.
“The motion is seconded and carried—now let’s go to sleep!” from Marcoo.