'It's forgiven! It's forgotten! Come to my arms!' sang out Billy, and pretended to embrace his comrade as a lost sheep returning to the fold. This caused much laughter, and the Wolf Patrol, save for their lost leader, were completely reunited, and plunged into Kim's game with great earnestness. CHAPTER VIII THE PATROL-LEADERS A few days later Dick Elliott was standing outside a shop in Bardon High Street waiting for his sister, who was inside. He was on his way to a party, and so was dressed in full fig, a thing he hated very much, but had to put up with on such occasions. Presently a second boy came along the pavement towards him. It was Chippy, with a big bundle under his right arm. Chippy looked at the smart figure staring into the shop-window, and recognised it. 'One o' them Wolf toffs,' thought Chippy. 'I wish I'd a chance to slug 'im now. I'd soon knock 'is top-'at in the gutter.' The vengeful Chippy was staring at Dick's glossy silk hat and irreproachable gloves, when Dick looked up straight into the other boy's face. At the next moment Chippy was taken utterly aback, for Dick stepped forward and gave him the full salute. Chippy could scarcely believe his own eyes when he thus received the honours of a patrol-leader. But he tucked his bundle between his legs, for the pavement was dirty, returned the salute, and proffered his left hand. 'Wot cheer, brother!' murmured Chippy in his husky whisper, for he could think of no more appropriate salutation. 'Oh, I'm all right,' said Dick. 'How are the Ravens getting on?' 'Peggin' away,' returned Chippy. 'We done most o' the things out o' them books.' 'Ah!' said Dick. 'Now about that challenge. When would you like to try a friendly turn against us?' 'Any Sat'day arternoon,' cried Chippy eagerly. 'Yer would meet us, then? Yer leader ain't agin us now?' 'Well, it isn't the same leader,' replied Dick. 'The leader you saw has left us. We tried to get him to come back, but he wouldn't come. I'm the leader now.' 'Good, good!' said Chippy gleefully. 'Wot about nex' Sat'day at three, up at yer sandpit?' 'Yes, I think I can arrange for that,' returned Dick. 'We'll be there, an' proud to come,' said Chippy, whose face shone again with pride and satisfaction. 'An' we'll put up the best we know to gie yer a good practice.' 'We shall get all the practice we want if there are a few more like you among the Ravens,' laughed Dick. 'A bit of luck,' said Chippy modestly, 'that wor all. Well, I must get on. I'm in a job now, an' goin' on an errand. An' when yer at work, there's Law 2 to reckon with--playin' a straight game wi' yer boss.' So the patrol-leaders gave each other the full salute, and each went their way, for Dick's sister was now waiting for him. 'Who's your friend, Dick?' asked his sister. 'He looks like a ragged errand-boy.' 'That's just what he is,' replied Dick; 'but he is also a brother scout, and so I was doing the civil.'