It was plain to each member of the troop that so far as Dave himself was concerned he was already "getting there,"--reaching the goal of an honest, industrious manhood. The triple responsibility of starting a farm, directing the energies of his benefactor, and combating the cow, was rapidly making a man of him. They heard the virile blows of his axe against the tree-trunk as they marched on their woodland way. And their song floated back to him:-- "At duty's call, with a smile for all, The Scout will do his part!" Dave Baldwin paused for a minute to listen; then, as he swung his axe in a tremendous, final blow against the tottering oak, he too broke triumphantly into the refrain:-- "And we'll shout, shout, shout, For the Scout, Scout, Scout, For the Scouts of the U.S.A!" THE END