"It will be almost dark when he gets there," Don cried.
"Tim went just the same," Bobbie answered. "He told the fellows they could hurry and get there before sunset, and then start back after taking a little look around."
Don could understand harum-scarum Tim refusing to give up a plan. But as for his companions—
"What fellows are with him?" he asked. "Not scouts?"
Bobbie nodded,
"Any from our patrol?"
"Ritter."
Don caught his breath.
"There's a scout from the Foxes and one from the Eagles, too," said
Bobbie.
But Don could find no consolation in the fact that other than Wolf patrol scouts were derelict.