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Now, whatever are you sneaking my knapsack off like that, for? Want to search it, perhaps, to see if that old compass you left behind could a got in there? Well, you put it back right away; and keep your hands off my property, or I'll complain to the scout-master, see if I don't. What would I want your compass for, tell me that?"
The Scout-Master shook him again. He sat up, blinking. As his eyes fell on the quiet, stern, spectacled figure, he leaped from the bed. "What what what," he stammered. "What's the beadig of this?" He sneezed as he spoke, and, turning to the table, poured out and drained a bumper of ammoniated quinine. "I told the sedtry pardicularly not to let adybody id. Who are you?"
"Well, the scout-master ought to know," argued Jimmie; "he said it was the best 'one good turn' of the day!" Modestly Sam shifted the lime-light so that it fell upon his bunkie. "I'll bet," he declared loyally, "your 'one good turn' was a better one!" Jimmie yawned, and then laughed scornfully. "Me!" he scoffed. "I didn't do nothing. I sent my sister to the movies."
Indeed, he had asked plainly if such were not the case, and afterwards told the young scout-master a few interesting things connected with his own checkered career. His real name he declared would never be known, for he came of a good family, which he would not wish to disgrace.
"I saw a man drowned once, and I believe right now his life could have been saved if only the guide had known the right way to go about it. I'll never forget that lesson, Mr. Scout-Master, never." "It's a splendid thing for any boy to know," said Thad, "and might save a chum's life at any time. Because, boys are always falling into the water, in summer while swimming, and in winter skating.
"I can see him peeping out of the corner of his eye at you; and just make up your mind Giraffe is saying to himself that it's a mean game to cheat a poor fellow out of a little expected pleasure that way." "On the other hand," remarked the scout-master, "I reckon he feels cheap to know that I'm on to his game, and have made ready to upset his calculations.
But just look how the sun shines on the trees over across the water, where that pretty little island lies in the middle of the lake. I never saw a nicer camping place, Thad." "And the same here," admitted the scout-master. "I've about made up my mind I'd like to investigate that island, even if we can't hope to get the whole outfit over.
After a time, the man on the beach noticed the flag and stood looking toward it. A bright idea struck Roger. At home he had belonged to a troop of boy scouts and knew the signals. He would experiment on this stranger. Just by chance, Mr. Fisher at one time had been a scout-master and instantly realized that Roger, marooned on St. Aubin's island, was trying to send a message.
"Just what I'd think myself, Thad." "After I saw that there was a cabin," continued the scout-master, "I wondered whether I had better take chances, and crawl up close enough to hear what they were saying, if so be there were men there.
You're a good swimmer, Allan, what do you say to going across?" "Alone, or with you?" asked the other, quickly. "Oh! I wouldn't think of sending any one alone," remarked the scout-master. "You know, some of the boys have already said the island had a terrible mysterious look, as though it might be concealing some wonderful secret.
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