-gate painted white. Even as the
Raven dodged through the wicket he knew that his comrade had hit the
right trail. The wicket was painted white, and a stain of red was
smeared across the top bar: the injured boy had passed this way.

Faster and faster sped the Raven along a winding field-path which led
through meadow after meadow. Then he saw his friend in the distance,
and knew that Dick was still on the trail, for he was bending low and
moving slowly. The Wolf turned his head as his companion came up
panting.

'I'm on the spoor, Chippy,' he said. 'Here's blood again, spot after
spot. He must have begun to bleed afresh.'

'I seed some on the gate,' said the Raven; 'did yer hit the trail
pretty soon?'

'No,' returned Dick. 'I was in more than half a mind to turn back when
I came on the boot track and knew it again. And within twenty yards I
found sure signs and whistled.'

He moved forward, and the Raven dropped into file behind, for the track
was narrow. Thus it was that he, being free to glance ahead, was the
first to catch sight of the object of their search.

'Look, Dick!' he cried. 'Look, look! Right ahead!'

Dick straightened himself, saw what his comrade meant, and the two boys
darted forward. They had just turned a corner where the path wound by
a tall bank, and thirty yards before them a figure lay in a heap at the
foot of the bank. As they ran up to it, they uttered a cry of surprise
and wonder. It was a brother scout! There he lay, his slouch hat
beside him, his badge on his arm, his legs doubled under him. He had
made a grand fight, a scout's fight, to gain his home after his severe
accident. But now he had collapsed from utter weakness and loss of
blood, and lay against the bank, his face as white as wood-ashes.

His comrades pounced on him at once, placed him in an easier position,
and searched for the wound. It was on the inner side of the right arm,
a frightful ragged cut made by the deep point of the jagged stone, and
was bleeding still. Out came Dick's handkerchief and Chippy's knife.
Dick tied the handkerchief above the wound, Chippy cut a short, stiff
stick. Then the stick was slipped inside the bandage and twisted until
the handkerchief was very tight, and had checked the flow of blood.
Dick held the boy's arm up above his body as a further aid to check the
bleeding.

'Now, Chippy,' he said, 'cut round and get some water in the billy.'

'Right,' said the Raven; 'we pa