He, Dave Baldwin, faded completely from the campers' thoughts as the narrow skiff grounded its sharp nose for the fourth time on the beach, landing the remainder of their camp dunnage and commissariat; and the work began of selecting a site for the camp amid the milky sand-hills, interspersed with a few trees, slender and short of stature. Those gray birches and ash-trees formed pleasant spots of shade amid the dazzling whiteness of the dunes. But there was other and more unique vegetable growth to be considered. "Say! but will you just look at the cranberry patch, growing out of the white beach?" shrieked young Colin after an ecstatic interval, addressing no one scout in particular. "Cranberries there near the tide!"--"Growing out of the sand!"--"Tooraloo!"--"Nonsense!" came from his brother Owls who were already getting busy, erecting tents. But cranberries there were, in ripening beauty--as the workers presently saw for themselves--cranberries whose roots underran the dazzling beach, whose crimson creepers trailed delicately over its whiteness, whose berries nestled their rosy cheeks daintily, each upon its snowy pillow. "_Gee!_" The one united ejaculation--the little nondescript, uncouth monosyllable which expresses so many emotions of the boyish heart, from panic to panegyric--was all that the scouts could find voice for in presence of this red-and-white loveliness secreted by Nature upon a lonely shore. "Hey! fellows, Captain Andy is going," the voice of the busy scoutmaster broke in upon their bliss. "He's to bring the Foxes down to-morrow in his motor-boat," alluding to the Fox Patrol, of which Godey was leader. "The Seals will row over, to-morrow forenoon, from the other side of the river; so our scout troop will be complete. We owe a lot to Captain Andy. Don't you want to show him that you can make a noise: don't you want to give your yell, with his name at the end? Now, all in line, and together!" And each scout with his arm around a comrade upon either side--Leon's clasping the back of Harold Greer who, a year ago, had cowered at sight of him--all in a welded line, swaying together where the ripples broke upon the milky beach, they proved their prowess as chief noise-makers and made the welkin ring with:-- AMERICA Boy Scouts! Boy Scouts! Rah! Rah! Rah! Exmouth! Exmouth! Exmouth! Captain Andy! Captain Andy! _Cap-tain An-dy!_ The weatherbeaten ex-skipper, standing "up for'ard" in his launch, which was just beginning its panting trip up the river, waved his hand in acknowledgment, while the Aviator's whistle returned a triple salute to that linked line upon the water's edge.