"I'm glad we did what we were able to," replied the Leader. "By the by, did you see Mr Tassh come ashore yesterday?" "Sure I did. He left t'Island in old Tregaskis' boat. What wur 'e a-doin' on t'Island I should like to know?" "Wasn't it too rough last night for a boat to put off?" asked the Leader, since he could not satisfactorily reply to the old fisherman's question. "Two of our Scouts went to Wadebridge to meet the 8.15 train. I thought perhaps they couldn't get back, and had slept in the village." "No, 'tweren't rough, in a manner o' speakin'. An no Scouts came this way up till eleven o'clock, that I du declare." "Then they must have found a place to put up at in Wadebridge. Well, good-bye for the present, Mr Varco. We must be on the move." As the patrol was passing the post-office the old lady came hobbling out with a small bundle of telegrams. "These came in from Wadebridge this marnin'," she explained. "They were too late to be sent on from there last night. I was just a-going to ask Peter Varco if he'd mind a-taking them across to 'e." "What's up now, I wonder?" asked Atherton, looking at the six envelopes. The first one was from Mr Trematon: "Just heard of rescue. I am proud of my Scouts." The second was from Mr Buckley: "Missed connection at Exeter. Arriving to-morrow morning 11.45." The third completely mystified the Scout. "Again I am indebted to Scouts for a good turn to me and mine. Am coming to Polkerwyck to personally thank you--Silas Gwinnear." "What ever does Sir Silas mean?" asked Atherton. "How have we done him a good turn? I vote we reply to say that we do not know that we have done anything for him, unless he means that by helping Farmer Trebarwith complete his haymaking we have rendered Sir Silas a service in a roundabout way." "Better wait a bit," suggested Sayers. "I am as much in the dark as you; but evidently Sir Silas knows more than we do. What's in the other telegrams, Atherton?" Number four was from headquarters: "Well done, Scouts. Glad you know how to 'Be prepared.'" Numbers five and six, couched in similar terms, came from two North London troops who had often co-operated with the 201st, and were well acquainted with the "Otters" and the "Wolves." "My eye, they are making a song about it," remarked little Reggie Scott. "I wish you had let me bear a hand instead of sending me away to make coffee, Atherton." "Yours was not the least part of the business, Scott," replied the Leader. "We were all jolly glad you did your part so well, I can assure you. But I agree with you, they are making a song about it. It reminds me of Shakespeare's words: 'Seeking a bubble reputation at the cannon's mouth.' That's what the bard said, eh, Phillips?" "I don't know," replied that worthy. "I only hope we won't be bothered too much, or our holiday will be somewhat spoiled."