not at all dangerous and that there was no current of that nature at
headquarters.

Dick's attitude had quite surprised the Quarry Scouts. How a normal boy
could fail to be interested in machinery, know nothing about electricity,
and actually refuse to ride on a motorcycle because the throbbing engine
scared him, was more than they could understand. They quickly decided
that he was a coward and had already lost respect for him, as was evident
from the caustic comments made by the group under the maple after he had
passed.

"Huh," said Ray Martin, "just imagine a fellow getting fidgety over a
motor; regular girl."

"It does seem queer," said Bruce. Then getting to his feet and brushing
the dust from his trousers he continued:

"Say, fellows, if we are going to try this flag stunt I think it's up to
us to get a wiggle on. We've only two weeks to do the work in, you know.
I'm going to see Mr. Ford now and talk it over with him. Who wants to
go along?"

"I'll go," said Bud Weir.

"So'll I," added Romper.

"All right, come along," replied Bruce. And five minutes later three
motorcycles were scooting out toward the hydro-electric plant where Mr.
Ford, the Quarry Troop's Assistant Scoutmaster, was superintendent.

Two days later three lads in scout uniforms were to be seen in the
ante-room of the Council Chamber in the Woodbridge Town Hall. They
composed the Flag Committee of the Quarry Troop and as they sat there in
the straight-backed chairs they looked to be the most uncomfortable trio
in all the State of Vermont.

And they were uncomfortable. You see, Bruce, Bud and Romper were waiting
patiently the decision of the Councilmen, who were convening behind the
closed doors of the room to their left. It was the occasion of the
regular weekly meeting of the body, but the fact that the town fathers
were debating the adoption of a town flag made the session the most
important in the history of Woodbridge, so far as the three scouts were
concerned.

"Huh, we've been sitting here just fifteen minutes; seems like fifteen
hours," said Bruce in a husky whisper. His eyes were on the big
regulator clock that ticked away solemnly on the wall across the room.

As for Bud and Romper, they remained silent, gazing nervously out the
window. A little later Romper said: "Maybe they're going to turn us
down and--" He was interrupted by the opening of the swinging doors that
led to the Council Chamber. Mr. Bennet, Mayo