With whoops, worthy of a band of painted Indians on the
warpath, the boys charged upon their scoutmaster in order to see the
wonderful cheque. Then a babel of voices ensued as they discussed how
much money they had, and what kind of a motor-boat they should buy. It
was their opinion that they must get it at once. But the captain shook
his head.
"Don't be in too big a hurry, lads," was his reminder. "That money must
stay in the bank till the Governor gives his judgment. He'll want to see
the bank-book, and he'll have to receive a full report as to how the
money was raised. We must capture that prize, remember."
"How much money will we have when the logs are sold?" Rod enquired.
"Let me see," and the captain scratched his head. "We have two hundred
in the bank. This cheque will make three hundred and fifty, and them
logs should bring us twenty-five more. That's quite a sum, boys, and I
think we're pretty lucky. I doubt if any other troop'll have that much."
In their excitement the scouts longed to rush into Whyn's room, and tell
her the great news. But this they could not do, and the thought that she
could not share their joy somewhat dampened their enthusiasm. The
captain told them that two doctors were to hold a consultation over her
that very day.
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