too. Then, all of a sudden
he stood up and raised his arm and saluted.

"How are you, Lieutenant?" he said; "I see you're mustered out, but I
salute you just the same, because you saved my life in France. I know you
even if you don't know me, Lieutenant."

Just then Dorry whispered in my ear, "Did you notice his hand when he
saluted. There's a cameo ring on it. Look close and see if that's Abraham
Lincoln's head carved on it. Its awful old and clumsy looking."

Just then Jib Jab took my hand and I had a good look at that ring. Oh boy,
you can bet I was excited. And you can bet a scout knows Abraham Lincoln's
head when he sees it. But even if I was flabbergasted, I could seem to just
hear those words, _"saved my life."_

I bet that fellow Harry Donnelle had hundreds and hundreds of adventures
that he never told _us_ about. I guess he didn't even notice the ring.
That's one thing about a scout, he's observant.

CHAPTER XXX

JIB JAB IS SURPRISED

Just then Mr. Lemuel Long and Judge Dot got up to go to bed and Jib Jab
called, "So long, Shorty! So short, Longy!"

While he was laughing at them, I whispered to Harry, "Notice the ring on
his finger." I guess Harry noticed it all right, only he didn't say
anything.

He just said, "Your face seems familiar to me; you were in my regiment,
eh?"

"I was one of those in the machine gun nest," Jib Jab said; "don't you
remember the four privates you saved?"

Harry said, "Oh, you were one of those fellows, eh? Glad to see that you
got back to the States all right. I came to see you, but I didn't know who
you were; that is, I didn't know you had been in France. You're Horace E.
Chandler, I think, aren't you? I'm glad to see that you're human; there
seems to be some question. Will you have a cigarette?"

Gee, it was awful funny to watch the two of them. Jib Jab just stared at
him while Harry lifted himself up on the edge of the exhibition platform
and lighted a cigarette, kind of off hand and friendly like.

"How's the savage beast business?" he asked him.

"What makes you thing I'm Chandler?" Jib Jab said.

Harry said, "Oh, I've suspected you were Chandler ever since these boys saw
your picture in the paper, but of course, I didn't know you had been mixed
up in the big scrap with me. Funny how things come about, huh?"

"Well, I suppose I'll have to admit it," Jib Jab said; "I hope you're not
going to shout it out loud."

"No, I just want your assistance. I think