Then he hitched forward on his knees
and helped Andy.
"All right," Andy cried excitedly. "Get him by the shoulders, Tim."
It took them but a moment to lay Bobbie in the stretcher. Tim sprang to
the front of the staves, Andy to the rear. They swung the stretcher from
the ground.
"'Ray for the Wolves!" cried Wally's voice.
All Tim thought about was getting to Mr. Wall with his burden. He broke
into a walk that was almost a run.
"Look at the Wolves!" The cry could be heard above the noise. "That's no
way to carry an injured person."
Tim looked around, startled. What was wrong? He saw the Eagles and the
Foxes carrying their loads slowly, with precious care. All at once he
understood. Oh, what a blunder he had made!
He slowed up abruptly. He could hear tense voices shouting that the
Wolves were out of it. He came to a stop in front of Mr. Wall.
The scouts rushed forward from the wall. Somebody's hot breath was on his
neck and a squirming elbow was poked in his side. He did not look around.
Mr. Wall's whistle shrilled, and the gathering became quiet.
"I am glad this happened," the Scoutmaster said. "I do not mean I am glad
because a patrol has failed, but glad because now the lesson will be
driven home. An injured person must always be carried carefully.
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