"
He walked out of headquarters. Ritter and Wally Woods whispered together,
looked at Don, and seemed unable to make up their minds. Finally they
edged their way toward the door.
There was work for Don to do--checking up what property the Wolf patrol
owned and signing that he received it in good condition. But all joy was
gone from the honor that had come to him. The Wolves were divided among
themselves! What chance would they have for the Scoutmaster's Cup?
CHAPTER II
THE FIRST CLASH
Barbara and Mr. Strong were sitting on the porch when Don reached home.
He reclined on the top step and fanned himself with his hat.
"Was Tim elected?" Barbara asked.
"No," said Don; "I was."
"Don!" The girl sprang to her feet. "Isn't that fine! We must celebrate
with a piece of berry cake--"
But Don said gloomily that he did not feel like celebrating. He told
about having won through the aid of his own ballot.
Barbara, concerned, looked at her father. "Was it wrong for Don to vote
for himself?"
"Not at all," said Mr. Strong. "A candidate always votes for himself on a
secret ballot."
Don felt a load leave his heart. He decided that perhaps he would like
some berry cake. While he ate he told himself that there was no sense in
worrying about Tim.
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