One of the scouts in a Virginia troop was telling a yarn about somebody who had an adventure at sea.

It was mighty interesting, you can bet, and it kind of started me thinking about Lieutenant Donnelle.

Little I knew of the terrible thing that was going to happen at camp the very next day.

Right across from me I could see Skinny sitting near Mr.Ellsworth, but the rest of the Elks were sprawling around with the Ravens.

One thing, my patrol always sticks together.