Although Jack had spent an hour and more that morning trying to clean up
his suit and leggins, they showed many signs of the hard service to which
they had been put on the previous night.

Several of the fellows carried cameras. They had signed for the
photographic test, and hoped to get some fine views of the troop in
action. These would possibly be entered for competition when the other
commands in the county lined up to strive for leadership in the last
great event--the winning of the banner.

Presently the town clock struck the hour.

"Fall in!"

Two by two they marched out of town. People came to the doors to watch
them; and many a girl waved her handkerchief vigorously. But there was no
response. Much as some of the lads might have liked to raise a hat, and
send back an answering salute, they had already learned how to keep their
eyes to the front, on penalty of being given bad marks that might tell
against them later on.

More than one parent looked to see how the boy nearest their hearts bore
himself. Proudly they watched the long double line swinging down the
street, keeping excellent step, considering how little time they had had
for drill.

Other boys there were who stood on the corners and mocked. Of course
these were the followers of Ted Slavin, envious of the popularity already
attained by Paul's patrol. Some of them had been at the fire, and
witnessed the deed of daring carried out by Jack Stormways. Jealous of