Mr. Ellsworth read on, “That night at Temple Camp, Scout Hollister heard that a wealthy lady living at King’s Cove, about seven miles from Temple Camp in a direct line, was leaving for New York by auto that night. This information was imparted to him by the lady’s son who was a guest at Temple Camp. The lady, Mrs. Horace E. Hartwell, whose husband is well known in financial circles, intended, among other errands in the city, to secure a female servant for her country home at King’s Cove. “It was known that she would motor to New York late that evening and Scout Hollister, hoping to secure employment for the Corbett woman, tried to get her on the telephone. He had reason to believe from conversation with her son that the Corbett woman might prove available for service if communication could be had with Mrs. Hartwell before her departure for New York. “Unable to get the Hartwell place by telephone, Hollister decided to go personally to King’s Cove by a short cut through the woods. To do this it was necessary for him to cross a swamp causing much difficulty to the traveler. Hollister covered the entire distance of six miles (including this swamp) in less than two hours, a very remarkable exploit in the way of speed and endurance, and did, in fact, reach King’s Cove in time to intercept the Hartwell auto which had already started for New York. It was only by taking the difficult short cut and traversing the dangerous swamp that Hollister was able to do this. “Hollister made himself known to Mrs. Hartwell as one of the scouts at Temple Camp and was the means of suspending her efforts to obtain a servant in New York until he should have an opportunity to bring Mrs. Corbett to see her. “The sequel of this exploit was that Mrs. Corbett and her young child were taken into the Hartwell home which seems likely to be a permanent refuge for both. “It is respectfully submitted to the Rotary Club that this good turn contains both of the elements required for the winning of the Yellowstone award, viz., generosity of purpose and prowess in the consequent exploit.” “How about that, scouts, all right?” Mr. Ellsworth concluded. “Anybody want to add anything?” “Three cheers for Warde Hollister!” two or three scouts shouted instinctively. “Oh, boy, we’re going to have a trip to Yellowstone Park in our troop!” vociferated Pee-wee. “Will you send me some post cards from there?” “Three cheers for the Silver Foxes,” shouted Roy; “we thank you.” “You make me tired, _you_ didn’t do it!” shouted Pee-wee. “Any one would think you were the one that did it, to hear you shout.” “I’m the one that had the responsibility,” Roy shot back; “he’s in my patrol.” “How about _you_, Warde?” Mr. Ellsworth laughed. “All O. K.?” “Sure it’s O. K.,” shouted Pee-wee; “it’s dandy language.” “It sounds kind of too——” Warde began. “No, it doesn’t,” Pee-wee shouted. “Well, anyway,” Warde laughed, “I’d like to say this if I can have a word——”