ick, but he received no answer. The other was fast
falling into a stupor again.

Dick felt very uneasy. He did not know a great deal about wounds, but
he knew that his brother scout had lost a large amount of blood, and
that it was very urgent that he should be swiftly conveyed to a place
where he could receive proper attention.

'I'll carry him in,' thought Dick. He looked at the bandage, and
carefully tightened it a little again. Then he turned the boy, now
insensible once more, on his face, and knelt down. Raising the body,
Dick worked his way beneath it until his right shoulder was under the
other's stomach. Slipping his right arm between the legs of his
burden, Dick gripped the wrist of the sound arm, and slowly raised
himself. This was the hardest part of the task, but the Wolf's strong,
limber knees made sure work of it, and in a moment he stood nearly
upright with the injured scout across his shoulders. Then Dick stepped
out at a gentle, even pace, following the path Chippy had taken. He
was in sight of the farmhouse when the Raven and his followers came
streaming through the gate, and the farmer, running at full speed, was
the first up to the marching scout.

'Give him to me, give my boy to me,' cried the pale-faced man.

'Better not,' said Dick quietly; 'we mustn't move him about too much,
or the bandage may work loose. Is that your house?'

'Yes,' cried the other.

'I'll run him right in,' said Dick. 'Shift the wicket.'

One of the men hurried forward and swung the wicket-gate from its
hinges, and, piloted by the farmer, Dick crossed the farmyard, marched
through a door into a passage, and thence into an ample kitchen, where,
with the aid of the farmer, he set down his burden on a broad settle.
As he did so, the boy's mother came hurrying in from the dairy. She
gave a little gasping cry when she saw the ghastly face of her son, but
at once took command in a quiet, sensible fashion.

'Have you sent for the doctor?' she said to her husband.

'Yes; Joe's gone,' he answered. Joe was one of the men. He had raced
off at once to the village.

The wounded boy was again lifted very carefully, and carried away to a
bedroom. In a few moments the farmer came back, eager to hear how the
scouts had found his son. He was astonished to find that their only
clue, as he understood clues, was the seeing of the broken bicycle. It
took him some time to grasp the methods by which the scouts had pieced