“Come on, let’s get out of here,” whispered Rob to Merritt, whose breast was decorated with the coveted bronze cross and red ribbon, which is the highest honor a scout can attain.

As they slipped out upon the darkened street a boy came up to them with an outstretched hand.

“I want to tell you I’m sorry for the part I played in the mean tricks Jack Curtiss and Bill Bender put up on you fellows,” he said contritely, “will you shake hands?”

“Sure we will, Sam Redding,” responded Merritt, extending his palm, while Rob did likewise.

“At that,” added Merritt, “I guess we win.”

And here, with their former enemy become a remorseful friend, we will, for the present, leave the Boy Scouts to renew our acquaintance with them in the next volume of this series which will be called:  “The Boy Scouts on the Range.”

THE END