"But if I had somebody to go to when I got stuck—"
"Go to your patrol leader, Tim. He's the one to help you."
That night, long after going to bed, Tim lay awake. Well, if speaking to
Don was the right way, he'd do it.
But it wasn't easy. When he reached Don's yard next morning, he sat on the grass and tried to scare up courage to say what was in his mind.
"Signaling contest next month," Don told him, "Were you there when Mr.
Wall made the announcement?"
Tim shook his head.
"Three kinds," Don explained; "telegraph, semaphore, and Morse. Which can you do best, Tim?"
"I don't know."
"Andy and Wally are down for telegraphy. How about you and Alex Davidson taking Morse?"
Morse was harder than semaphore. Tim didn't want to fail again. Neither did he want to dodge something just because it was hard.