TRACKING Anyway, you can bet I didn't stay there long, because I wanted to find out if Wig's signal had been received.

Maybe you won't understand, but down the river it seemed all right and I was sure somebody must have caught it.

But after we landed and I started up home, it seemed as if it was just kind of playing, after all, because that's the way some people think about the scouts, so I hurried as fast as I could so that my mother and father wouldn't be worrying.

I felt awfully funny, kind of, as I went up the lawn because I knew that if no one had come and told them about the signal, they'd think I was dead.
They were sitting on the porch waiting for me and I knew from the way my mother put her arms around me that they had been worrying.

She asked we what had kept me so late and my father said that I ought to send them some word when I was going to stay out as late as midnight.