"There's Gerald Moore, he would join us," began Jack, taking up the subject of the patrol again.
"Gerald Moore!" exclaimed Rand in a doubtful tone.
"What is the matter with him?" asked the colonel.
"He is the son of the janitor at the bank," replied Rand, "and—"
"Anything wrong about him?" continued the colonel.
"No," replied Rand, "but—"
"Oh!" said the colonel dryly, "I see. I suppose you all know the scout law."
"Not yet," replied Jack. "Rand read it to us, but we haven't learned it yet."
"Let me see," continued the colonel musingly, "how does number four go?"
"It says," read Rand, "a scout is a friend to all and a brother to every other scout, no matter to what social class the other belongs. A scout accepts the other man as he finds him, and makes the best of him."