"Wow!" cried Bobbie. "Only two points behind now."
A gain by the Wolves meant little to Don just now. A belief was slowly growing in his mind that Tim had the makings of one of the best scouts in the troop. The right kind of patrol leader, he thought, would have had Tim where he belonged before this. He felt that he had been a failure.
He longed for advice and the wisdom of an older head. Barbara or his father would not do tonight; he wanted somebody who knew scouting. When the meeting was over he went slowly to Mr. Wall with his troubles.
"The little blue bugs surely have you tonight," the Scoutmaster said cheerily. "Let's reason this out. A month or so ago a frightened scout told me that some of my boys were off for Danger Mountain. Remember?"
Oh, yes, Don remembered.
"Tim led that expedition. Do you think he'd do a stunt like that now?"
"No, sir."
"Nor I," the Scoutmaster said gravely. "He's swinging around, probably because he's tied up with fellows who want to be real scouts. Would you call that failure?"
The boy was silent several minutes. "No, sir," he said at last.
Mr. Wall clapped his shoulder. "Then there's nothing left to worry about, is there?"