He looked kind of funny for a second, then he said, “Let’s go down.” His bicycle was leaning against the carriage step and a few tools and things were on the step. I said, kind of anxious, “Are they all there?” “I don’t see my flashlight,” he said. I said, “Let’s look around in the grass.” But we couldn’t find it anywhere. Gee, I didn’t think anybody in an automobile would be so mean as to stop and pick up a thing like that. Maybe it was worth two or three dollars. I said, “We shouldn’t have left the things out here, but, jiminies, I never thought anybody would be so mean as to stop and take a thing like that. If he had taken the bicycle it wouldn’t have seemed so bad.” “Let’s run,” Westy said. “I’m with you,” I told him. He said, “It’s got my initials on, that’s one thing.” We gathered up the stuff in a hurry and wheeled the bicycle in to the porch and then started along the road, going scout pace. We couldn’t use the bicycle because the tires were flat. There was one machine quite a way ahead of us. It turned into Main Street and we caught up with it a little because it had to go slow there. About two blocks down Main Street it turned into Willow Place. If you look at the map I made you’ll see where that is. It went faster now and we were falling behind all the time. Pretty soon Westy panted, “I know that car.” “Whose is it?” I asked him. “Wait a minute; you’ll see,” he said. Just then it turned in and crossed the sidewalk and disappeared. Westy and I just stopped and stood there panting and staring at each other. “What—do—you—know—about—that?” I just blurted out. “Slausen’s,” he said, all out of breath. “Sure,” I said; “that’s Charlie Slausen.” CHAPTER XV—A SCOUT'S HONOR I knew that fellow in school and I never had much use for him. He graduated when I was in the primary. At recess he used to take our marbles, just to make us mad. And after we started our troop he used to call us the boy sprouts. I guess he thought he was funny. Harry Domicile hasn’t got much use for him either, and you bet your life Harry Domicile knows. “Gee, I didn’t think he’d do that,” Westy said. “Come ahead,” I told him; “he won’t get away with it anyway.” We went right up to the garage and I walked straight inside. The men had gone home and it was all dark except for the headlights on Charlie’s car. It wasn’t his, it was his father’s. But he told all the girls it was his. He was just stepping out and I went right up to him, because Westy was so kind of ashamed that any one would do such a thing that he just couldn’t speak of it. He’s a dandy fellow, Westy is. I said, “Will you please give us the flashlight that you took?” “Hello, sprouts,” he said; “what’s troubling you now?” And he gave me a kind of a push, you know, just as if he was jollying me. I said, “Will you please give me the flashlight you took?” “Light? What light?” he said, very innocent like.