"I want one of you boys to go with us," said Pa. "We may need some more signaling. Benny Wade, you are the lightest. Can you stand the climb?" "Can I?" said he. "You watch me." The marshal chased up with a light stretcher and another lantern. "You can't have too many," he said. "It will be dark before you get up there." Ma came running out with a basket of bread and butter and some meat. "We'll light a big fire on the mountain, if all is well," they told her. "The water!" called Skinny. "Pedro, get them a big bottle." In another minute they were off, while the others went home to wait, which is the hardest part. I found out afterward what happened. They couldn't drive all the way up Greylock from our side. There was a road from North Adams and another from Cheshire but those were too far. Pa planned to drive as far as they could and then to leave the horse tied and walk up the rest of the way. They went around the road by the Quaker Meeting House to Peck's Falls. From there a road goes part way up the mountain, steep and winding. It was hard pulling for the horse. I don't believe Greylock ever was climbed so fast before, although it seemed slow enough to poor Bill waiting on top, thirsty and faint. He knew that his signal had been seen and that was something. The first thing that he heard was a call of a crow, over to the south and far down the mountainside. "Caw, caw, caw," came the sound, and it seemed to be Benny's voice. Bill stood up on one foot and listened. "Caw, caw, caw," it came again, this time nearer. Then Bill braced himself and seemed to grow stronger, all in a minute. "Caw," he yelled. "Caw, caw!" The sound went floating down into the gathering darkness, until it reached two men and a boy, toiling up the mountainside. "That's Bill!" cried Benny. "Thank God!" said Mr. Wilson. "He's alive. We know that." Twenty minutes later he had Bill in his arms and Benny was building the biggest fire that had been seen on Greylock since I could remember. We were watching for it down below and knew that everything was all right. "Now," said Pa, "let's have some supper. I don't know about William, but I feel hungry." It was late at night when they finally brought Bill home. Mrs. Wilson nearly had a fit again when she saw them carrying him into the yard on a stretcher. "Speak to her, son," said his father, "so that she will know you are alive." Bill propped himself up on one elbow and gave such a yell that it scared the neighbors, and ended with a caw. Then she knew that it was all right and felt better. Skinny was the proudest fellow you ever saw because we had found Bill. It made him real chesty and we all felt good about it. "Say, we're the stuff," said he. "If you don't believe it, watch our smoke. That's all I've got to say. Hurry up and get well, Bill, so we can have a meeting and tell about our hikes. I want to see a First Class Scout badge on my manly bosom."