The Wolf Patrol: A Tale of Baden-Powell's Boy Scouts. Finnemore John

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      'Hallo, there!' called someone.

      The boys glanced up, and at once straightened themselves and came to the salute. A tall man in khaki and putties stood on the top of the bank looking at them, a revolver in the holster strapped at his side.

      'And who may you be, and what do you want here?' he asked pleasantly, and returned the salute.

      'We're Boy Scouts,' replied Dick, 'and our patrols are out for a big scouting-run over the heath.'

      'Ah, yes! Boy Scouts – I've heard of you,' said the big man, still smiling at them. 'Well, I'm in the same line myself. But you can't come any further this way, mateys. You'll have to scout back, if you don't mind.'

      'Why must we do that, sergeant?' asked Dick, who had noted the chevrons on the big man's sleeve, and understood them.

      'Well,' said the good-natured soldier, 'it's like this: We've got a lot of big, bad convicts at work over there,' and he jerked his head behind him, 'and we keep 'em strictly to themselves, you see. They're bad company for anybody but the men as looks after 'em, so we keep this corner of the country clear of other people.'

      'At that rate,' laughed Dick, 'the track we want isn't likely to be laid your way?'

      'Not it,' said the sergeant, 'else I should ha' spotted it on my round. No, mateys, you can cut right back. Ta-ta!'

      The boys gave him a farewell salute, and ran back towards the spot where they had left the rest of the patrol.

      'That's a rum game, ain't it?' remarked Chippy – 'a soldier a-walkin' round in a quiet place like that theer. Who's he a-tryin' to cop?'

      'Perhaps watching to see that no convicts escape,' suggested Dick. 'You know, Chippy, they often try to cut and run if they see a chance.'

      'Yus,' said the Raven. 'I've seed that in the papers. But wot do they want convicts for on the h'eth?'

      'I know,' cried Dick – 'I know. I heard my father talking about it at dinner the other day. It's the Horseshoe Fort at the mouth of the river. They're making it ever so much bigger and putting new guns there so as to be ready if ever some enemy should come to our country and try to sail up the river. The convicts are at work there, digging and building and doing all sorts of things.'

      'I see,' nodded Chippy; 'that's 'ow they mek' 'em useful, I s'pose.'

      'That's it,' said Dick, 'and that sergeant we saw was one of the men in charge of them.'

      'He soon started us back,' murmured Chippy.

      'Yes,' said Dick; 'I heard my father say that they are very strict about letting any stranger go near the place.'

      'That was on'y gammon of his about them convicts,' remarked Chippy.

      'Of course it was,' agreed Dick; 'he wouldn't let anyone go nearer the fort on any account.'

      'How far are we off?' asked Chippy.

      'I'll soon tell you!' replied Dick, and pulled his haversack round. From this he took out a small leathern case with a map tucked away in it. The map was a shilling section of the Ordnance Survey on the scale of one inch to a mile. Dick had bought it and carried it as patrol-leader. The space it covered – eighteen miles by twelve – was ample for their work.

      Dick knelt down and spread the map on the ground; Chippy knelt beside him. Chippy had never seen such a map before, and his keen intelligence was soon deeply interested. His finger began to run along roads he knew, and to point out spots he had often visited.

      'Why, wi' this,' he declared, 'ye could go anywhere if ye'd never seed the place afore. Look here, this is the road to Lockin', an', I'm blest! why, 'ere's my gra'mother's house, this little black dot, just off o' the road. An' 'ere's the Beacon, an' there's the san'pit!'

      'Yes, it's a jolly good map,' said Dick, 'and very clear in the heath part, for there are few roads and few houses, and every one is put in. Now, where are we? Let's find the rail and the station. That will give us our bearings.'

      The boys considered the map very carefully for a few moments; then Dick put his finger on a certain spot.

      'That's just about where we are now,' he said, 'and I can prove it, I think.'

      'I should just like to know 'ow ye do prove it,' said Chippy, to whom this map was a new and wonderful thing.

      'Well,' said Dick, 'we know in a general way we're no very great distance from the Horseshoe, and here that is.' He placed his finger on the spot where the big redoubt was shown on the map. 'Then here's rising ground with trees on it, marked Woody Knap. Now, where's that?'

      'Why, theer it is,' replied Chippy, pointing to a hill which rose above the heath at some distance. 'It must be that. There ain't no other hill wi' trees on it in all this part o' the h'eth.'

      'And how far is it away from us?'

      ''Bout a mile.'

      'Which way does it lie?'

      Chippy considered the sun, and thought over the directions Mr. Elliott had given the scouts time and again.

      'Right away north,' he answered.

      'Very well, then,' said Dick. 'We're a mile to the south. And a mile on the heath is an inch on the map. Now, my thumb-nail is just half an inch – I've measured it; so twice my thumb-nail to the south of Woody Knap brings us to the spot where we are.'

      'So it does,' cried Chippy, with enthusiasm. 'It's as plain as plain now ye put it that way. An' that's a proper dodge, to measure it off wi' yer thumb-nail.'

      'Oh, uncle gave me that tip,' laughed Dick. 'It's very useful for measuring short distances on the map. When you want a rule, you generally find you've left it at home, but your thumb-nail is always on the spot.'

      'Yus,' smiled Chippy; 'ye mostly bring it wi' yer. Now,' he went on, 'wot's the distance to the Fort?'

      'To the Horseshoe?' said Dick, and began to measure. 'Barely a couple of miles,' he said. 'We're quite close. Isn't it lonely country all round it? There isn't another building for miles on this side of the river.'

      The broad tidal river curved down the western side of the map, widening rapidly as it neared the sea. Its western bank was dotted with hamlets and villages and scattered farms, with roads and lanes winding in every direction; from the eastern bank the heath stretched away with scarce a road or house to be seen for a great distance.

      'We must get on, Chippy,' said Dick, starting to fold up the map, 'or we shall get clean out of touch with the other fellows. We've been studying this thing quite a while.'

      'Oh, we'll soon drop across 'em,' replied Chippy; 'they ain't found anythin', or they'd be a-hootin' like mad.'

      He rose to his feet and strolled slowly forward, while Dick put the map-case back into the haversack. The latter was adjusted, and Dick was just rising in turn, when something moving caught his eye. Seventy yards away a rabbit flashed at full speed across an open strip of turf, and dived full into its burrow, and vanished with a flick of white scut.

      'Down, Chippy!' hissed Dick; and the Raven fell flat on his face behind a gorse-bush, and Dick crouched lower and watched.

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