out to meet us!'

At this instant the two marching figures were seen by the advancing
patrols, and on dashed Wolves and Ravens, eager to greet their leaders.
Dick and Chippy hurried to meet them, and at the next moment the two
leaders and their comrades met, and there was such an outburst of
cheering, questioning, shaking hands, and chanting of the scouts'
war-song and chorus--a general merry babel of welcome and greeting!

The first to recover were the corporals, who had been in charge while
the leaders were absent.

They gave orders for the patrols to line up, and the Scouts obeyed
instantly. Wolves on the right of the way, Ravens on the left, they
formed up shoulder to shoulder to be inspected by their leaders. Dick
and Chippy each went along his own line, and saw that the men were
turned out in proper style, and the inspection was careful and
thorough. Everything was found correct, and the corporals were
congratulated on the manner in which they had handled the patrols
during the absence of the leaders. Then review order was broken up,
and the patrols gathered in cheerful, laughing, chattering groups to
discuss the week's march with the heroes of the day. The Wolf Patrol
was a member short. No. 6 had left the town during the week, and his
place was vacant among Dick's followers.

'I say, Dick,' said Billy Seton, corporal of the Wolves, 'there's a
fellow been following us from the town. He's kept at a distance,
dodging behind bushes and gorse on the heath, but I'm sure he was after
us. I've looked back a dozen times, and seen him making ground when he
thought he wouldn't be observed.'

'That's odd,' said Dick. 'Why should anyone want to follow you?'

'To see where we were going, I suppose,' replied Billy; 'and though
I've never had a fair look at him, there seemed to me something
familiar about the chap. I can't make it out.'

'Where is he now?' asked Dick.

'Haven't seen him for quite a bit,' replied Billy; 'but I've an idea
he's watching us from somewhere.'

The words had scarcely fallen from Billy's lips when a boy in civilian
dress stepped from the shelter of a clump of hollies and walked swiftly
towards the patrol.

'Why, it's Arthur Graydon!' cried Dick in surprise.

'So it is,' said Billy; 'no wonder I thought I knew him.'

Yes, it was the lost leader of the Wolves who now came striding up to
his old friends, as the latter stared at him in wonder.

Arthur's face was pale, and his tee