CHAPTER III
THE BLUE TORTOISE PATROL
Sparrer, otherwise Edward Muldoon, smallest Scout in the Blue Tortoise Patrol, darted back from the corner to the group waiting about the up-town entrance to the subway.
"He's coming!" he shrilled. "An' two guys wid him, de one wid de dough an' de biggest rube yer ever put yer peepers on!"
The announcement was electrifying and there was an immediate rush to look down the street.
"It's Walt and Harrison all right, but who in the dickens is that with them, and where did they find him?" exclaimed Ned Patterson.
"Gee, look at the size of him! He's a rube, all right, by the looks of him, but I'd hate to tell him so," muttered Chick Parsons.
"Red headed and Irish at that! Say, fellers, we'll have some fun with him," chortled Jack Norwood.
"Quit your kidding and fall in for a salute!" snapped Assistant Leader McNulty.
Instantly the patrol lined up and as Walter approached, Hal on one side and Pat on the other, seven hands were raised as one in the Scout salute. It was returned by the three older lads.