H.Tony Harrington.
Could it be?
Could it really mean anything in connection with that lost child?
Was it possible that while Detective Something-or-other, and Lieutenant Thing-um-bob, and Sheriff Bullhead and Captain Fuss-and-feathers were all giving interviews to newspaper men, this sturdy little messenger was coming down to camp with a clew, straight from the hiding place of a pair of ruffians and a little boy with a---- _With a new jack-knife!_ Tom was thrilled by this fresh thought.

For half a minute he stood just where he was, hardly knowing what to do, what to think.
"You're a good scout, Llewellyn," he finally mused aloud; "old Rough and Ready--slow but sure.

Do you know what you did, you clumsy old ice wagon?
You brought a second-class scout badge and an Eagle award with you.

And I'd like to know if you brought anything else of value.

That's what I would." But Llewellyn did not hear, at least he did not seem at all impressed.
His head, claws and tail were drawn in again.