"Clear the room."
The watchers pushed back along the side wall in a straggling line. There was no such thing now as each scout keeping with his own patrol. Eagles, Wolves and Foxes found themselves hopelessly mixed. Don squeezed in next to Alex Davidson.
"Look at Tim," said Alex.
Tim's lips were stern. Here was the chance. The palms of his hands began to sweat. If they could win this—
"Watch your buttons," whispered Andy.
"Go!" came the word of command.
This time Tim took no chances. His fingers were cold, and every nerve cried to him to go faster, faster, faster, but he forced himself to make sure that every button was snug. Then he hitched forward on his knees and helped Andy.
"All right," Andy cried excitedly. "Get him by the shoulders, Tim."
It took them but a moment to lay Bobbie in the stretcher. Tim sprang to the front of the staves, Andy to the rear. They swung the stretcher from the ground.
"'Ray for the Wolves!" cried Wally's voice.