"There are Boy Scouts," he went on, "in all parts of the civilized world; in England, too, Gabriel, as well as in this country, and the Law says that all Scouts are brothers to every other Scout. There are a half million in the United States alone. I have been appointed Scoutmaster for this district and I want to organize one or two more patrols so that I can have a troop. I have had you boys in mind ever since you so nobly turned out to help find William, the time he was hurt on Greylock. It will be much the same as the Gang, only better. You can keep the same leader if you wish, and I know a man who will buy uniforms for you all. Will you come to-night so that we can talk it over? What do you say?" The uniform business settled it. "We'll come, if the rest of the Gang will," they told him. "Good! Shake hands on it." "Attention, Scouts!" shouted Mr. Norton, after he had shaken hands. "Salute enemy!" We gave the Scout salute to the Gingham Ground boys, while they stood there grinning and not knowing what to do. Then, after whispering together, they gave us the Gang yell. It was great. "We'll be there," they called, as they started up the street. They were, too, ten of them, with Jim Donavan at their head. They came across lots from the Quaker Meeting House, soon after we had gathered around the big stone where we have our fires, just as they had come two years before, the time we had our big fight and came to know Jim. Mr. Norton saw them coming and went to meet them. "This is fine," said he, after we all had sat down on the grass around the fire. "You are a pretty husky bunch of fellows, and Raven Patrol will have to go some to keep up, after you get started. Skinny--I mean Gabriel--suppose you tell our visitors something about the Scouts." "It's great," began Skinny. "We've been bandits and we've been Injuns, but Scouts beat 'em all. The woods are full of 'em all over the country, and they go about with uniforms on, doing good and having fun. They are like an army. We are one company, you will be another. I'm the same as captain, only they call me patrol leader. Mr. Norton is Scoutmaster, and there are officers above him, only we never saw them. We learn all about woodcraft and signs and signaling and how to do a lot of things, and we rescue people and do all kinds of stunts and get badges. The Ravens are going across the mountain on an exploring trip. I am going to look for a cave and maybe there is treasure in it. Our patrol animal is the crow, and it 'most ought to be yours because you live so near the Raven Rocks." Skinny had run down by this time, although Bill was winding him up like a clock behind his back and making a clicking noise with his tongue. "G'wan!" said he, turning around and catching him at it, "or I'll biff you one." "Perhaps I'd better add a little to that explanation," said Mr. Norton.