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Rod of the Lone Patrol by H. A. (Hiram Alfred) Cody
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"There, I knew you'd say that. But I can't help it. I don't know my
mother, and how can I love some one I have never seen? I suppose
she'll land here some day and take me away. She said that she was
coming last summer, but she put it off, lucky for me."

After the excitement over the bear had somewhat subsided, the scouts
settled down to the work of making wreaths. For awhile this was
carried on in the kitchen of the Anchorage, as the captain wished to be
on hand, and to give what assistance he could. It was several weeks
before he was able to bear his foot to the ground, and this was a most
trying time to him. Such an active life had he always led that to be
confined to the house was hard for him to endure. Whyn was also able
to be present, and sat in the big chair the captain had made, and
watched with interest all that took place. She made a few wreaths
herself, though she was not able to do much, as she tired very quickly.
The scouts liked to have her with them, and she was often able to
instruct them, and to pass judgment upon their work.

Another valuable helper was Miss Arabella. It was quite remarkable the
way she "happened along," as she expressed it, whenever the boys met
for wreath-making. In fact, she and the captain became quite friendly,
which was a great surprise to all.

"Guess ye'll have to be scoutmaster, Miss Bella," he told her one
evening.

"Goodness me!" was the startled reply. "I couldn't handle a bunch of
boys."

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