He was used to having his pulse throb during the heat of a baseball game. He was used to the wild urge to win that stirred him on the diamond. But the breathless anxiety that ran through him now was something new. He ached to get in and do something for his patrol.
Splints came next. This time Don and Ritter represented the Wolves. Mr.
Wall's first order was for a broken thigh.
The watching scouts were silent. All three teams worked rapidly. There was a hush as the Scoutmaster examined the patients.
"Too tight," he said when he examined Ritter's thigh.
Tim squirmed in his seat. Don took off the splints and looked down at the floor.
Broken leg splints came next, then broken arm splints, and then applying a tourniquet. On this the Eagle scouts failed dismally. Don and Ritter came back to the patrol.
"How does it look?" Andy demanded.
Don shook his head. He was afraid of that first tight splint. It was no surprise to him when Mr. Wall gave first place to the Foxes. But his heart leaped as he heard the Wolves rated second.
"We're ahead," Alex cried jubilantly. He pushed a paper in front of Don's eyes.
Wolf 8
Fox 6
Eagle 4