d, and what kind of a motor-boat they should buy. It
was their opinion that they must get it at once. But the captain shook
his head.

"Don't be in too big a hurry, lads," was his reminder. "That money must
stay in the bank till the Governor gives his judgment. He'll want to see
the bank-book, and he'll have to receive a full report as to how the
money was raised. We must capture that prize, remember."

"How much money will we have when the logs are sold?" Rod enquired.

"Let me see," and the captain scratched his head. "We have two hundred
in the bank. This cheque will make three hundred and fifty, and them
logs should bring us twenty-five more. That's quite a sum, boys, and I
think we're pretty lucky. I doubt if any other troop'll have that much."

In their excitement the scouts longed to rush into Whyn's room, and tell
her the great news. But this they could not do, and the thought that she
could not share their joy somewhat dampened their enthusiasm. The
captain told them that two doctors were to hold a consultation over her
that very day. His voice was lower and softer than the scouts had ever
heard it as he mentioned this, and they knew that he was deeply grieved
over the girl's condition. Their interest at winning so much money was
now lessened. Their hearts were touched at the news about Whyn, and they
left Headquarters in a quieter manner than they had done in many a day.

Rod was more deeply moved than the rest of the scouts. That Whyn could
not get better had never before entered his mind. But for two doctors to
hold a consultation over her brought a great sinking feeling to his
heart. Would she never be able to see the scouts again? he asked
himself, as he walked slowly homeward. He had no appetite for his
supper, and went to bed earlier than usual. But he found it hard to get
to sleep. Whyn was ever before him, and he thought of her lying there in
her little room. Why should she die? he reasoned. The scouts wanted
her, and so did her mother. He tossed for a long time upon his pillow,
and when he did at last fall into a fitful slumber, he dreamed of Whyn,
and the money the scouts had earned. They seemed to be mixed up in some
funny way. He saw the girl holding out her hands to the scouts while
they were counting over a large roll of crisp bills.

He could not get clear of this dream when he awoke in the morning, and he
thought much of it during breakfast. Both Mr. and Mrs. Royal