Boy Scouts on Belgian Battlefields

ANTWERP, ON THE SCHELDT. Oh! how glad I am that part of the trip is over, now we've crossed from England to Antwerp without being wrecked! You certainly did seem to have a bad time of it, Tubby, in the wash of the Channel! Bad time did you say, Rob? It was a great deal worse than anything we struck on the voyage between New York and Liverpool, let me tell you. But now we want to forget all our troubles of the past, Tubby. I know what you mean by that, Merritt; it's just the same as telling me the worst is yet to come. Well, I'm a little afraid myself that's going to turn out a fact. Here we are, just landed in a strange country that is being overrun by an army of German invaders; and all of us are bound to push deeper and deeper into the mire. Hey, Merritt, you give me a shiver when you say that, don't you know? I guess you must mean a quiver, Tubby; because whenever you laugh or tremble you make me think of a bowl full of jelly! Now you're making sport of me because I'm so pudgy and fat. Just as if I could help that; can I, Rob? "e;To be sure you couldn't, Tubby; and we wouldn't want you to be anything but what you are - the best natured scout in the whole Eagle Patrol, and I'm safe in saying you're the only fellow in the Long Island town of Hampton who hasn't an enemy