HERVEY'S TRIUMPH As soon as Hervey's dismay subsided he approached the log, and as he did so the figure appeared familiar to him.

There was something especially familiar in the scout hat which came down over the ears of the little fellow who was underneath it, and in the hair which straggled out under the brim.

The belt, drawn absurdly tight around the thin little waist, was a quite sufficient mark of identification.

It was Skinny McCord, the latest find, and official mascot of the Bridgeboro troop, one of the crack troop of the camp.

Alfred was his Christian name.
The queer little fellow's usually pale face looked ghastly white in the late dusk, and the strange brightness of his eyes, and his spindle legs and diminutive body, crowned by the hat at least two sizes too large, made him seem a very elf of the woods.