ry but he did not entirely forget his position.

"If I call my patrol you'll get up mighty quick," he said. "I'd like to
know who let you come here, anyway."

"Never mind about your patrol and don't fuss about who let me come here.
You come and make me get up, all by yourself."

Matt looked at the brown skin and the strong tough features of the
obstinate boy a long minute, as if making up his mind.

"Oh, well," he said, "I suppose if you're a guest you must do as you
please."

"Since you're so nice about it," said Glen, "the seat's yours. Do what
you want with it."

Glen knew in his heart that there would be a clash with Matt Burton if
he stayed long in that camp. He felt also that he had not come out of
this first brush with entire distinction. Matt had been in the wrong and
had shown that he was angry, yet he had a certain discipline which had
enabled him to control his temper, and the issue had ended in defeat for
the undisciplined waif who might well have been victorious had they come
to blows.

CHAPTER VII

GLEN IS INITIATED

Strange to say, with the passing of the morning, Glen found himself
unhappy, though he should have been abundantly content. Strange, for
with all these boys to help, his tasks would be greatly lightened, and
to join in the fun of this crowd should be joy beyond compare. But Glen
did not want fun just now. There was something much more precious to
him, which he felt in danger of losing, and although he himself could
not have explained its substance, it was none the less real. It was the
trust and dependence of Will Spencer. For the first time in his life
Glen had been really trusted and really needed by some one. He had taken
up the burden like a man and rejoiced in it. Now he felt that his
opportunities would be dissipated among the crowd.

"What's the matter, Glen?" asked Spencer. "Why are you moping around
with a face like the reverse side of a frying-pan? You ought to be right
out with the bunch, egging 'em on."

"Oh, I guess no one has any use for me," said Glen disconsolately. "I
guess I might as well go back to the school."

"To the school! And leave me in the lurch?"

"You don't need me any more. You don't tell me anything."

"What haven't I told you, boy?"

"Well, you were telling Apple all about that Indian who came last night,
but you didn't tell me."

"Oh, nonsense, boy. You are peeved too easily. That Indian was just old
Joe Marrowfat, who had followed