CHAPTER X
PROVEN A SCOUT
The bus came to a stop a hundred feet or so from the ruined bridge and its passengers, going forward cautiously, looked down shudderingly into the yawning chasm. For a few seconds the very thought of what might have happened filled them with silent awe.
Goliath was the first to speak. "It's good Tyson saved our lives, isn't it?" he piped up. "We'd all be dead, 'wouldn't we?"
"Very dead," said one of the scouts; "so dead we probably wouldn't know it."
"Wouldn't know it?" asked Goliath, puzzled.
For answer the scout gave him a bantering push and tousled his hair for him. The little fellow took refuge with one of the scoutmasters.
"Will we get to that camp soon?" he asked.
"Pretty soon, I hope. Perhaps some one will come down and show us the way."